Girlcock’s a middle finger to the world, a raw, unapologetic fuck-you to everything bland and predictable. It’s more than flesh—it’s a goddamn ideology, a call to arms against the monotony of straight-laced bullshit. When I’m with a doll who owns that power, who wields it like a weapon, I’m not just getting off; I’m joining a fucking resistance. So hell yeah, I’ll keep chasing that high, that rush of defiance, until I’m nothing but a husk of spent desire. And if that’s how I go out? No regrets. It’s the only way to live in this fucked-up world.