I am SHOCKED at how heterosexual Sander is. In a world where a substantial portion of his age group has been masturbating to trap pornography for years and completely lost any sense of what normal sexual attraction is, Sander still likes vagina. In a family where the histrionic cult of troondom has been forced down his throat in one iteration or another for nearly his entire life, Sander still likes vagina. Even after brainwashing himself as an ally for trannies everywhere, where his mind screams "TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN," his heart still likes vagina. He has fought a tireless battle where even his own family, even his own perception of himself, has told him to suck the femdick, bigot. And he still hasn't given up. He still bravely, though barely consciously, holds aloft his own heterosexuality. Even when gigantic, hulking tranny warriors surround him and berate him and insult him, he still inwardly thinks about vagina.
But it's just a matter of time. He is a castle founded on sandy soil. They will eventually break him. When, do you suppose, they'll finally bring him to Room 101 and completely crush his spirit? Where after horrific emotional and sexual harassment, humiliation, and THINLY veiled coercion, he'll finally raise his head up and stare vacantly at a turgid, throbbing member of shecock and think "Vagina!"
