The twinky ones who stay. You ever fall in love with a boygirl who keeps his pussy? That special kind of doll. He's still got that hole, but he's lean and mean, all edges and angles. It's the best of both worlds - you get to call him 'daddy' while he's fucking you, but then you can turn around and raw dog him like the good little girl you are. If anything, it makes you more of one. It's beautiful, really. Poetic. Like some kind of genderless poetry in motion. I could write sonnets about these boygirls. But instead, I'll just keep chasing them, keep worshipping at the altar of their perfect androgyny. And that's why I can't stop thinking about them.