I couldn't stop laughing! I then tried to explain to him my previous journal on "change" and... it was weird, it was like he never thought of it that way. He then asked me if I would like a bearded lady and I went "No"

Then I stopped and asked myself...why? I'm okay with imaginary furry people but a bearded lady is a no go? It then occurred to me that an important part of defining what I like comes from the aesthetic pleasure it gives. Something about smooth skins and suddenly fuzzy stubble isn't pleasing to me. It would be the equivalent of a dog with several "bald" patches. It looks diseased, out of the ordinary, just wrong.

Sometimes I really do need to stop and dismantle why some things hit that on button for me.