I have an admittedly weak constitution for some things. In general, there's not much I find repulsive or insupportable from the right frame of mind. I had to eat cow after-birth during my first few months in Madagascar, and ever since then I've felt pretty comfortable believing there was little left in the world that could legitimately disgust me (save toenail fungus, which is a terrible thing). Fisting was always something so surreal and abstract that it couldn't possibly elicit disgust. For years, I thought of it as something that was just physically impossible.
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