You don’t care about pronouns because you don’t even identify as human anymore. You feel more comfortable as an object...something to be used and enjoyed for another’s pleasure and entertainment. You feel more purpose this way and I plan to put your eager little spirit to work. No more worrying about worldly problems when you are merely a fixture in my bathroom, happily subsisting on my waste. I plan to fill you to the brim with my nectar and filthy, mess brown entrees. You’ll serve as the toilet, the paper, and even a bidet if I feel so inclined. How hot is it that part of me will be so de... Show more