But I'm Going To Be

I Don't Love Dolls. I Love Women. I Love Their Bodies

I Was Never Honest. My Father Died, And I Had Never Said To Him, 'i'm Gay.' I Knew What I Was, But I Had To Pretend Not To Be That To Avoid The Beatings.

Men Have Got More Of A Discerning Eye. They Appreciate Cut And Details, Things That Aren't So Obvious. They Like Things That Have Cachet And Gentlemanliness.

I Believe In Discipline, So I'm Not The Right Person To Cry About Weakness And Things Like This, But Maybe I'm Not Human.

I've Lost, But I Also Gained A Lot. I'm A Creative Person, And No One Can Take That Away From Me. I've Been Told I Committed Professional Suicide Because It Was The Only Escape From The Terrible Pressures I Was Facing. What Do You Think?