F4gcent - Cas

one must imagine sisyphus grinding his penis on the rock, moaning wantonly

If you can't bite back yet, you must protect yourself with reminders of who you really are. Wear a belt buckle that clings loudly, wear boxers and hold your legs open like there's something swinging in your drawers, whether you're packing or not.

No one can stop you from calling yourself a cowboy, or a gentleman, or a knight. No one can keep the perverse twinkle out of your eyes, take away the blood and dirt and sweat that you're composed of. Don't ever let them.

And if you hold on long enough, you might just find someone like you. You might see their jaw clenching to chew, the way they hide their body, and you can tell them how it ain't about hiding. How you were scared too, but it feels so good now that you can't believe it. They'll get that glint in their eye too, and you'll get to teach them all about how you became a man.

Frank Cheyne Papé (1878-1972), ''The Well of Saint Clare'' by Anatole France, 1928

Bark n beg for it (:

if a tboy is asleep it is your duty to touch and grope him. in says so in the constitution