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righteous anger of a sort

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In the past, someone criticized me for my "deviant sexuality", claiming that it was a mental illness and not a "valid choice". Regardless of what I think of that person's opinion (not much) or whether or not they're right (the fact that I know quite a few people who feel they're not), I was thinking about the irony inherent in that person's personal career choice.

For those of you who know her, the fact that she is a fetish model seems a natural extension, perhaps, of her nature. However, the fact that she made that career move shortly after giving me a lecture on how my lifestyle is mental illness amuses me.

*sigh* I'm not actually angry...just amused.


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