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I've put up with the countless images of vaginas, breasts, and gay women participating in various acts of sex which the mods do not consider to be pornographic for a long time without saying a word.

However, I was astonished when recently I received a warning from the staff that if I do not remove the link in my signature to the Death Note game Bound Prince, my account will be banned.

There isn't an image of even a single penis in Bound Prince. It's all regrettably censored. What's more, this isn't even an image but rather just a link. and the link does not lead directly to any nudity at all.

This is hypocrisy the likes of which I wasn't expecting even of DA. It's good to be reminded now and again of the kind of society we live in.

Take care, everyone.

kelly

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My name's Kelly (Flagfish on ff.net and formerly on Aarinfantasy, Genevieve on tegmentum and adultfanfiction.net).

I'm thirty years old and a physician in training. I'm the girl who runs the Bound Prince translation site; I'm not an artist.

When I was in high school, I was the sort of student who worked her ass off day and night to achieve top academic performance. I'm not the kind of person who does well without working hard. I went to a very challenging high school and I didn't have the sort of social life most people have at that time. I'm intrinsically terrible at exams, I had to work very hard to excel.

I studied neuroscience at university and graduated with honors and publications in epilepsy and Alzheimer's disease. I did a ton of community service, leadership, and clinical stuff during my time at university so I won't delve into all of that, but again, there was nothing I achieved without working extremely hard, I didn't have the sort of college life that you often hear about in movies.

I also worked in neuroscience research full time and in the Peace Corps, and here I am today at medical school.

I still have all the problems I've always had. I still have to work very hard to excel. Aside from the challenge of academics, throughout my adulthood I've also experienced a great deal of agony in real life, a great deal of challenge and grief that have served simultaneously to weaken and strengthen me.

I'd come to understand pain in ways that nobody should have to understand, and whatever perspective, wisdom, or maturity I'd gained in life were absolutely not worth the experiences, themselves. Looking back, I don't think I ever was equipped to cope with what I was dealt, and for all my capacity for perception and reason, for all my accomplishments and work, I really am a partly-broken, partly-functioning creature, acutely aware, so to speak, of every maneuver and every superficial burst of courage as I haul myself along.

My past, my present, my slate aren't clean. But my love for people is very real, and, frankly, the magnitude of my own emotions has greatly tormented me in life. Learning throughout the years to suppress them and fighting my demons alone, I've developed a rigid strength all around.

My compassion for others, my empathy for those troubled spans beyond what it should be, so profoundly had agony cut into me that it's very difficult for me to dismiss genuine agony in others. Everything I see is multi-dimensional, vivid, reverberating alive and bleeding with the pulse of awareness, of themes and ideas and undertones, history and the sequential progression of cultural steps that have shaped the final product before me, I see them very clearly and the magnitude of response they evoke in me seems perpetually disproportionate in comparison with the final product, itself.

I get pissed off a lot.

For me, learning tolerance, too, likely required more effort and strength than for most.

The struggle through the years to make some order of the intricate tangle of thoughts in my head had given me a great deal of practice at articulating ideas and emotions, and this is how I write. I write also to escape.

I'm not really an artist. I'm not really much of anything at all. I write this not in an attempt to draw compassion or attention, but because life had greatly humbled me. Long ago I had come very profoundly to understand that nobody will ever save me. I have no real faith in others or in any god, I feel profoundly how meaningless and trite wishes of good health or good luck or stability or success really are. There is no faith for me, but only hard work.

I paid a very high price for all I'd learned in life, but even this isn't quite appropriate wisdom to pass unto others; I wonder how many others will need wisdom such as this, how many others have walked so wretched a path. At any rate. If, for whatever reason, you've actually read this far, and if for whatever reason you choose to respond, respond not with compassion or pity or any trite remarks at all, this isn't why I write, and those sorts of responses and misunderstandings will lead me inevitably to remove this entry altogether.

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