ahhhh the pleasures of leading a weak-minded sissy slut into poverty, guiding him down a path to TRUE shame-spiraling self-destruction. sissy paul jones, THIS IS YOUR LIFE…. living with friends cuz you can’t afford an apt, working as many part-time hours as you can, everything you owned pawned, sold, gone…. and yet, every precious penny you make, sissy, where does it go? yes that’s right, it’s laid AT MY FEET while i LAUGH at you, fool! the money you need to just barely survive is MINE now, and i will spend it on trinkets, fun, and diversions: toys and games and frivolity. and you will eat cheap food and ration your cigarettes and live in a friend’s spare room, posing in goodwill women’s clothes and STOLEN panties…. and give me more more more more more more more more more more more….. sometimes you’ll try, o how you’ll try to escape…. to regain some normalcy, control… you’ll hide, stay offline, throw away the girl clothes you bought…. oh but then? then what happens? you come back more broken than ever, ready to be even MORE foolish, to give me MORE, to do ANYTHING, just to be my court jester again…. and so, today, welcome back again, YOU FREAKSHOW!!!!