Connor. Thank you. I'm cleaning your sperm off of my bedspre..

Connor. Thank you. I'm cleaning your sperm off of my bedspread. Worth it. Damn it, boy. You filled my cunt to overflowing this morning. Good for you. Next one, I'm drinking. I really wanted to this morning. But you asked me to squeeze your cock with my pussy, and then you started pumping me full. I couldn't deny you. I'm glad I didn't. Patrick is texting me. So his trip down into emasculation probably isn't done. That's the only interest I have in him. I want to turn him into a sissy. I have already laid the groundwork by making him submit. I know I'm weird. It's fun, though. He can quit anytime he wants. Or he can end up a sissy wearing panties. Funny. It's just him. I don't think I could get anyone else I know, nor would I want to, even if I could. Patrick though...I'm going to cage his dick, shrink it to a nub, dress him up, and turn him loose in a swingers club. Why does this sound so delicious? Probably because I just know...I mean, I just know it...this is what he really wants. Deep, deep down inside. He's looking to me to get him there. Here we go. Let us tick a few folks off today. I'm tired of all the time, effort, and money spent to appease the very few. Most of whom legitimately have a permanent brain fart going on. As you know, I get the opportunity to run into people most folks don't. I met a guy yesterday who thinks he's a girl. It's incredibly obvious he's a guy. He's not fooling anyone. 99.9 percent never will fool anyone. Let's be honest. He looked ridiculous. But I sucked it up and played along. I felt like I had to. If I didn't there would have been a meltdown of epic porportions and all I wanted to do was eat my grilled cheeseburger with cajun fries. However, I had to listen to an entire evening of how persecuted this guy has been over the last year during his transition. Apparently, everyone is plotting against the trans community. The nerve of people not wanting this guy, who stared intently at and basically drooled over my boobs, in the women's bathroom. He informed me of a train that has just been painted in the colors of the rainbow. I mean, I get it. We need to paint trains the rainbow color so the LGBTQ folks know they are permitted to ride on them. Wait...what? They always have been. Even before they put up the skittles themed preschool colors? Go figure. Who knew? Everyone did. Of course, they did. You would have to be a moron of epic proportions to think otherwise. Nobody gave a fuck. They still don't. Want to know why? Because when one gets on a train, the last thing they think about is proclaiming their sexuality. In fact, for most people, they never do feel the need to proclaim anything sexually. This will make people even angrier, but I got you here. If you walk around looking like a ding dong...people are going to stare. Doesn't matter what flag you fly. I do it all the time. I dress super hyper, sexually charged up ready to fuck sometimes. People stare. I know they will stare. I expect them to stare. I would be upset if they didn't. That was the point. Sure, I get some hateful looks and comments. Some people even laugh. Who gives a fuck? I don't. I'm not doing it for them. It's a me thing, and I don't expect a flag or even any acknowledgment. Other than a hard dick or two...I do expect that. I also don't need people to know what my sexuality is. Maybe I like a dick. Maybe I like pussy. It's obvious I like both, but I'm not gay. I'm also not a guy, no matter how much I want a dick. I still wouldn't give up the cunt but fuck if I wouldn't add a dick above it. But you can't. Even if you could...you are still a chick. I could be wrong, but then I would have to join the insane clown posse. Pretend all you want. I don't care. I really don't. If only believing something actually made it true. How do I know believing hard enough will make it true? Every time I buy a lottery ticket, I just know...I mean, I am convinced 110 percent that this ticket is the winning ticket. I end trying to get my money back because it didn't work. That doesn't work either, in case you were wondering. Which, as a post note...I want my red light train. Because sexually...I identify as a red light, and the red light is always on. I expect to see a red train shortly.