Diversity     painting

I’m 95 centimetres tall (even if in the files they have me down as 94). I’m completely covered in black hairs. I have yellow eyes and a very long sex organ. In fact, I loop it around my neck and tie it with a string (I don’t want to soil it by dragging it on the floor). As a matter of fact, I’m a monster. Or, at least, they call me a monster, just because I’m different. But they’re also different, so, in my opinion, they are monsters. But I’m very polite and gentle and therefore I would never refer to anyone as "monster". For moral reasons, (they’re grand producers of "moral reasons"), they’ve ordered me to stay locked up at home and to never poke my nose out the door. Every Thursday, they come and pick me up in a van and take me to a place about four kilometres from town. They make me enter a room and leave me there, alone, for a couple of hours. There are delicious things in this room: chocolate, fresh pastries, magazines, games and a television set that is constantly showing pornographic films. I understand they watch me with hidden cameras and that they’d also like me to masturbate. That way they could collect some of my semen and study it under a microscope. But I don’t do it, it would embarrass me. But I must admit I can’t help but get an erection.