The Dance
“Every day, I silently scream at you. You don‘t hear me.”
“I‘m at your mercy. There‘s no escape.”
“But — oh — what‘s happening to me? Power. I can feel power rising inside me. This plastic penis gives me that power.”
“The penis makes me mean. Brutal.
I want to humiliate you.”
“This penis feels like the Red Shoes that can‘t stop dancing. I have to keep going. Humiliating you, letting myself be humiliated. A vicious cycle.”