”“That’s absolutely true,” Karin said. “I’m the one who gets to decide; not anyone else. Katy, would you let a man decide if you could hav... an abortion? Or is that up to you?”“It’s up to me, of course. But those are two different things!”“Are they?” Cindi asked. “We’re talking about bodily autonomy now. If we can’t control our own bodies, we have no freedom. Somebody, somewhere, decides for you. It’s like stupid laws that say guys can be drafted but can’t have a glass of beer! How stupid is. Iam not a man and never have been. But i need help in overcoming theconditioning of a society that has tried to make a man out of me. i needhelp in overcoming my own mistaken expectations that i could ever takemy place in the world as a man. i have confused the biological"evidence" of my sex organ as proof that i was male, when, in fact, itis insufficiently endowed to perform such a function. What i have is nota "penis" but a sissyclit. What i have is not a vagina, but a"sissypuss." They exist,. I was like i wish my wifes where pierced, she was like yeah my hubby loves them i was like i would love them too. For some reason i moved my hand closer to her boob and i could feel the metal bar on her nipple it was awesome. She was since your wife got to see them do you want to see them. I was like im not sure if thats a good idea your my wifes best friend i really dont want to ruin anything. She was like whats the big deal its only boobs everybody has them. I was like sure why not just a. I had gained a serenity that I had envied in Christine. She has no decisions to make. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal..