Ah, do you really want to know why I'm so twisted and rather...messed up in the head? Well, most of it is genetics, I suppose. My obsession with pretty guys gettin' it on probably stems from hormones and a peace-love-happiness hippy outlook on life. (I'm not sure how, but it does.) My inherent violence and desire to be a pacifist probably come from my brothers, and some well hidden well of compassion and empathy within me. The social anxiety? That's my dad's fault. All his fault. Hrm.