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I called you over today to have another talk with you about your identity issues.  I know that you have all kind of doubts about your sexuality, and I think the world should know that you're an imposter.  After all, you look masculine.  But when you open your mouth, you just seem lost and confused.  You don't know if you like pussy or dick...or both, and you covertly prance around in frilly undies.  I know that you secretly love my humiliation, and I play on your insecurities and deceit.  Your little pee pee shows me just how much you love me to belittle you and your identity confusion.