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It would seem to me, that in general at least, human beings are desperate things. Desperate to be accepted, to be loved, and to be thought well of. I can't say I'm different, but of course I'd like to think I am. As I peruse around this site, I'm offered all sorts of bits of flesh...beings hungering to be told that they're lovely...to know they're sought after. I'm here for different reasons. I could care less what other human beings think of me. I'm happy enough with myself. But, as Mike built the site, I'll go ahead and play along.

I'm an artist, writer and musician. I do these things because I wasn't given much choice. I was born with these talents, and seeing as they're the few things I do well besides sleeping and video games, I had to do something with them. I'm tall. I have hair, a face, and so on and so forth. Blah blah blah. Love me. Accept me. I want to fit right in.

By the way, my name is Rod Johnson. Freudian theories, anyone?

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