Sure, every girl hears she’s special. An unadorned appeal for her favor, as timeless as it is artless. But that’s not what they say. They say I’m ‘different’. like they’re describing something objective, discussing it with me frankly. Like we’re two scientists trying to work out why, or how exactly, I make them feel a certain way: Virile, kingly, light-as-air, with a completely new sense of ease, pride, and confidence. They’re right that there is something about me, and I think I know what it is. I love this. When I serve you, I am truly, deeply satisfied…