A side note. Many Kiwis have already commented on the irony of Kevin following his dick straight to the dick chop-shop. Here's another paradox of the amhole: Kevin doesn’t want to be hole, he wants to become hole.
Alice Dreger wrote a compelling book about the suppression of science in support of leftist dogma, Galileo's Middle Finger, and one section deals with trans activists hounding a sexologist who wrote about autogynephilia. Dreger briefly relates an anecdote about a transwoman who had a vaginoplasty and who was only able to achieve orgasm post-surgery by fantasizing about being forcefully feminized. I suspect Kevin is in the same boat. He craves womanhood because he sees it as a lowered state, but he doesn’t want to be at the bottom of the slide—he wants to be perpetually on the way down, because that's the fun part. Now that he's got the amhole and the ride's over, he needs to chase after some other way to emasculate himself, which is probably a large part of the reason that he now wants breast implants.
The other thing to keep in mind here that Kevin's sex life, such as it is, takes place almost entirely in his head or online—debauchery in the tweets, drought in the sheets. In other words, his abstract interest in dick doesn't translate to actual practice, and it is for lack of trying. Even pre-Corona, Kevin wasn’t making profiles on hookup sites or hanging out at bars with glory holes or doing anything that might result in him touching a human penis. His one attempt to have non-imaginary sex with Cheese Wedge amounted to little more than forced, farcical fumbling, and Kevin seemed very happy to retreat to online flirting afterwards. As far as we know, he doesn't watch any kind of live-action porn, or even look at photos—he feeds his coombrain a steady diet of cartoons and erotic LARPing with his fellow coomers, all of it totally divorced from material reality. (That's another irony of Kevin's amhole: he modified his body in service to his paraphilia, but in reality his sexuality is almost wholly disembodied, even more so now that his dick is inside-out and his brain really is his most important sexual organ. His body is just the thing that holds his eyes at the right height to look at the screen.) Kevin doesn’t get off on hot dudes, like an actual gay man would. In fact, he doesn't get off on other people, period; he gets off on imagining himself as brainless bimbo fuckdoll or a silly little girl who wets her diapers or even an honest-to-god beachball.)
Also, while it is true that Kevin surrounds himself with men both online and off, I don't believe he does so because he particularly likes men or particularly dislikes women. As a rule, paraphilias disproportionately afflict men, and this holds true for AGP and all of Kevin's other paraphilias. He needs collaborators to help sustain his autoerotic fugue; his fantasies both feed on and feed into the fantasies of the other AGPs in his "friend" group. However, there just aren't any women who want to wallow in his favorite mudpits, and so the circle-jerk defaults to all male.
