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sorry for the rant there. i'm sick with a flu and find that sometimes i don't want to live in a world that gets off on hurting people. or a sex-culture/industry that specifically promotes hurting women. seems like the only thing to do for it is learn to like being hurt and learn to like hurting. it would be fair to say that at times my desires conflict with my sense of outrage and self preservation. oh well. it doesn't stop me from asking for it rough, but i guess it causes me to judge erotic material pretty harshly. plus, its all so harlequin romance circa 1970. if i don't like it i don't need to explain why. but my eyes are still rolling in an "oh please" at the bad gothic kidnapping rape tured erotic adventure story posted on erotic writing. i'm not going to flame the author though.