there was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. so what exactly did i consider so god-damned important that i had to shelve each and every one of my convictions? secured. mutually reassured... of our consistancy. but your defense rejects what (you claim) you believe. because what the fuck is so "sociable" about animal confinement, torture, union-busting, sexism and... isn't it strange how you don't call anymore?