True Cock Obsession – Non-Fiction

If the fool, obsessed, persists in her or in his obsession, that obsession becomes devotion; that devotion, belief; that belief, reality; that reality, enlightenment. The fool then becomes the sage, the seer, prophetess, prophet. servant of porn, of cock, of Satan.

All that I write here must read perversely and irrelevantly to those who are still beholding to societies that are in any way normal and decent; those of you who look to others for approval, for direction, for reassurance; those of you whose fantasies remain fantasies, because fear stifles their fulfilment.

If you were a true faggot, as I am, a true sissy, as I am, you would realise that acceptance of my extreme commitment to, my unfaltering covenant with, cock and cum, pee, spit, and shit, servicing the sexual wants and needs of men, demands a confession of disloyalty to all else in your life, everyone, and everything, your job, your profession…all of which you will be loth to make. You choose your family, because it is blood. You choose your friends, because you share experiences. You choose your job, because it promises to provide you with a steady income, and the leisure to render cock – which you claim to favour – only occasional part-time service.

Who am I, you may ask, to warn you that cock, true cock-obsession, the obsession that every true faggot has for cock, demands either whole-time service or none at all? And do I suggest that you resign your job and for want of sufficient capital beg, borrow, or steal for all that you require besides cock?

I am too far to the edge, having departed your world of mediocrity for that of obsession, to offer any practical suggestion. I have never compromised, surrendering myself to cock, enslaving myself to cock, prostituting myself for cock, living and thriving on cum and pee and shit alone, living in the service of men, believing always that cock could and would sustain me. I dare attempt only this casual but earnest statement of the problem. How you come to terms with your love of cock – to be devoted to it, to adore it, to worship it, or simply to pretend to – is no concern of mine. I do not even know that you are serious in your faggotry, in your sissihood, in your whoredom, in your sluttishness.