Jun 16
He’s kind of unhappy that I am so happy. It’s been three days. He asks me twice a day how I’m doing and he looks somewhat disappointed when I say, great. I asked him if there was something wrong and he said, “I’m glad you’re doing well, but the truth of it is, this isn’t the life you need to lead until you want me to take it off. That’s when the real work begins. That’s when frankly you’ll truly appreciate and understand that all you are is a faggot. You need that boy. You need that despair. That’s the only way you can truly be what you are.”
I was shaken. I didn’t even know what to say. I can’t imagine how we’re getting to that place. I love my cage. I can’t imagine it feeling anything but wonderful.
