Like a road sign pointing the way towards megalomania (as if an angry vagina wasn’t scary enough), a strap-on can turn you into King Dong on a destructive rampage. The magic dildo wand enlarges your self esteem to epic portions, like 50 feet. Suddenly you can’t wait in line, the shadow of your cock dims the whole neighbourhood and you can play rock guitar. I’m a 50-foot Queenie under the spell of that dicktator between my legs, Clitler. She’s put me up to this.We want all the drag queens as allied forces in the war for uniting makeup and dick.