Edward SissyHands

I think the one thing about me that truly captures the weakness I feel both inside and out, are my hands. Besides my embarrassing man-boobs that I'm always trying to hide behind baggy clothes, my hands are a constant source of insecurity that can't be hidden. They are soft and delicate, incapable of a strong grip and only marginally capable of a firm handshake; they look like the hands of a boy and they're a constant reminder that I haven't quite yet matured - both physically and emotionally.



I want strong hands. I want a bone-crushing grip - the kind that will make you think twice about making eye contact with the mothherfucker for fear of pissing him off. Now that's a firm grip!