Let me tell you this, there is nothing the least bit interesting about perfection. Perfection is actually exquisitely boring.
I love the show Project Runway. They get these weird challenges where they have to do stuff like make a dress using garbage and whetever they can buy in a craft store with ten dollars. And they make awsome dresses. Then they get a huge budget and they can make anything they want and every single person makes crap.
Don't give me everything. Put me in a box. Give me restrictions to fight against. That is where beauty comes from. That is how beauty is born.
It's odd that people who claim to be such perfect bdsm'ers have a fundamental misapprehension of "Screw the roses, give me the thorns."
Perfect people can shove their perfect lives up their perfect asses, for all I care. They aren't even interesting enough to annoy me.