The Honourable Mr. Campbell Greenshields, the judge who handed down my very long jail sentence, often glared at me with his mouth twisted into an uneven smirk. And eight of the twelve jurors were men, six of them around the age of my "victim." And I was on trial for breaking into a man's house while he was asleep, cutting off his penis, tossing it into his blender, along with half a bottle of his very expensive whisky, and blending it into lumpy, disgusting slime right in front of his eyes. Let's just say that the overwhelming feeling in the courtroom was sympathy for my "victim," and that men wincing was a frequent sight. Dani Armstrong

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