My ideals and my lifestyle are constantly at odds much of the time. My philosophy and aesthetic sense goes so high and visionary (I grew up a virgin, my birth father was a Trappist monk, highly devoted to the lord, and I grew up in a happy Christian middle American household, with conservative old fashioned moral values), and yet some people portray me as so stank, nasty and depraved…It doesn't at all reflect how I view my own life history. These two elements are my yin and yang. Purity and depravity. It's weird thinking about them in relation to yourself.
That's life I guess.
