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The world shuns perverts. Perverts shun the freaks.
Freaks shun us. That’s fine. Not all of us need
boys or girls, bumpin’ uglies, the techniques
taught in, “The Kama Sutra.” Others plead
for love. We watch our video nasties:
“Glory-hole Devil Dolls,” “Ejacula,”
“Wankenstein.” We sleep alone and we please
no one. We’re so far beyond the stigma
of Slut that we’ve ascended. When we cum
it’s raw-bone enlightenment. Others whine
when their lovers are unfaithful. We grin
and sing: I. Me. Mine. ¡Ai! There’s the freedom
others can’t even dream of: I – Me – Mine.
It’s why the perverts and freaks call us sin.