I suffered a lot in the hands of those that opposed the message of the Royal Penis. I didn't understand, after all I never took a stance against anyone, even if they had never held their own member in their hands. I would say... Well... everyone finds himself with the right or with the left in due time - but hate was never far from young Sir Cock.
I wasn't until the third night of one dark october in 1998 that I found my true calling and that the Royal penis called me to his quarters. He instructed me that one day I will have to carry on his mission, his magical mission, and caress everyone with the love they so crave.
This is exactly why this whole thing is confusing to me, when I, Sir Cock, an emissary of love, royal phallic love at that, gets treated as a commoner, flagged as if my words hold no value, just because I'm a little cock. That makes no sense to me. What about my mission? What about my calling? What about the Royal Penis and his eternal love?
I think these flag abusing Steemians have never tried embracing the Royal Penis, and that is why they act this way. Or maybe, they embraced it and got scared, their insecurities got the best of them, I simply can't tell.
But I won't rest, I won't rest until 
With much love
Sircock
