How would I know? I don't. And I know I'm not doing it because all people I roleplay with don't do it erotically, and also ask me for it, not the other way around.
So, to sum it up, you want me to die for something that doesn't take ace anymore and bothers nobody?
Oh right, I forgot: It bothers MSMG every time you bring it up again. Stop beating a dead corpse.
So, we do agree that what I did was wrong? And we both understand that I regret it? And we both know that I've changed fundamentally and have learned to properly deal with my emotions?
This argument is the reason I'm still visiting a therapist. How much more do you want me to suffer from you not being able to get over this f**king thing?
And I accepted that. I told you multiple times how much I regret those times, but you keep blaming me for not caring about it even though I do very much care about it to this day. You know very well that this leads to nothing and that I've changed. What do you want?