The pervert rebellion

I'm a pervert. I look at what I "should" like and lust after and scoff. And I am deeply grateful.
I suppose it started when I was a young'un, and mom never really stopped me from touching myself inappropriately, to be honest she sort of encourage masturbation, thinking it would keep me out of trouble with pregnancy or STIs. That coincided with the thought I had early on that I don't like to curb my thoughts away from certain topics or areas. I let them roam free, what in my head is my own business. In fact, that may have been the first perversion, that no one can see what is going on inside of my head, I could be sitting anywhere and thinking, well, anything.
The next step was probably due to my intransigent nature. I really never have liked being told what to do, let alone what to think or like. This led me to notice how deadly similar all the images of "attractive" people are in the media. Differences that are tiny are lauded as fresh and daring, when in truth it's a change in hair color, a change in hem length. In movies it was okay to be hot for the artistic chick after she got that makeover that made her look just like everyone else. Of course, I personally resented this, I didn't look like "them" and certainly at that stage of life had not the budget or wherewithal to dress like "them."
Instead of trimming away at myself or yearning for what I couldn't do or be, I ducked out. I'll never be a unicorn, so I'm gonna be a rhino to the hilt. And the best part about this is it opens up vast vistas of experience, so many different looks and tastes and flavors. I never have to look to anyone else to check if something feels good or tastes good, I just have to check back with me. After all, I am really the only one who is going to be around me forever, guaranteed. So I keep me happy.