The Unconformable Masochist

I don't exist, to be defined.

I will not defer to the ignorant desire of some, to classify my person and rape me of individuality. I do not belong in an assumed category of superficial pain sluts dancing on weakened puppet strings directed by the hands of a man. I am a brick wall to weakness, insecurity, or indecision; insurmountable.

Greed without shame; selfishness without remorse; desire without boundaries - those are of me. Intelligence without conceit; power without arrogance; sexuality without depravity - those are not of me.

I do not adhere to any set of standards or rules that others than myself devise. Any inconsistency fuels my defiance, and excuses provoke only disgust. I'm less than you will see, and more than what you can possibly imagine.

I tread on the outside of normality. I'll tip-toe the edges of insanity. And then laugh at your hesitancy.

I am the unconformable masochist.