Now I save the best for last, as I stagger my responses in order to give proper exposure to the ladies. I think about these things. I cannot help but to. When I fail, I fail due to thoughtlessness.
Enchantrix Cindy, all of your many works elsewhere are known, and you are adored. You are a true American heroine, a real-life G.I. Jane. You are fighting the good fight: for capitalism, for liberty, for the true American way.
Stories will be told about you to the technologically-immortal cupcake of the future. They will say in awe, "No, such a human could not have existed!" And then we will have to gently correct them and explain to them that you indeed did exist. And that they will meet you in the general resurrection.
When I say "we", I don't mean me, as probably I won't make it. But the cupcake of my mind, and your mind. As you helped to give birth to them.
As I reproduce asexually within the worlds that I visit. I give mental birth to starchildren.
You are of great service in helping gay people feel more comfortable with themselves. As often these people are the brightest, and so I need them to be at their mental best. It doesn't serve my purposes for them to be lost in a world of omphaloskeptic self-hatred.
I now at this very moment bestow upon you the title of Texan. As it is within the ability of a genuine Texan to grant such an honor when they have seen another performing works which serve the small galaxy called Texas.
Take your honorment, and go forth into the world. A secret Texan, if you must, but as a Texan. Know that Texas, in her heart and soul, adores you, and looks forward to your inevitable mission's success. As a cupcake now of Texas, you cannot fail.
But do not speak to the ignorant on such matters. It is enough for you to help them on their way, while mentioning nothing of your Texan ways.
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