Just read Tyrone's latest draft. He's trying to reclaim his 'masculinity' by talking about how he used to 'appreciate the female form.' The irony is thicker than the load he once begged me to swallow. The truth is, Ty, you never appreciated my tits—you just stared at them, hoping they'd give you a personality. And as for what you really want? I've seen the way you look at my guy friends when they're shirtless. That's not admiration, honey. That's a hunger. You'd rather be on your knees servicing a cock than look me in the eye and admit you were never enough. Go ahead, write your little manifesto. I'll be here, getting my pussy eaten by a man who doesn't need a blog to feel like a man.