I went in search of a prosthetic penis that I could wear for verisimilitude as much as anything else. At a sex shop in downtown Manhattan I found a “packable softie”. This item, which I nicknamed Sloppy Joe, was a flaccid member designed especially for what drag kings call packing, or stuffing, your pants. It was better than a sock and would give me, if not others, a more realistic experience of “manhood”. To keep it in place I wore it inside a jockstrap.
What am I, what are all trans people, if not living proof that biology is not destiny?