The Sissy Race

I read the translation over and over. Probably a hundred times, trying to glean information other than the obvious from it. Two things jumped out at me:

One was the "we." Who wrote this? The father? The daughter? The Queen of England? It was as if father and daughter were one entity. One sick composite being. The facilitator-man in a grocery store check-out line-the other the breeder-the daughter-the woman whose demented intent was to create a race of Sissy Men.

Two, the realization: I'm a father! Holy fucking shit! Light up a cigar!...