Most would describe me as a "drunken reprobate". I see myself a bit differently, although that description is not too far off. I am, unfortunately, afflicted with a condition known as "bisexuality", and this fact led my own father to disown me, as though it is something I *chose*. Not that he was particularly kind to me in any regard before the revelation, mind you. I... I rather loathe myself, if I'm being truthful. What place is there in this world for a broken, bitter creature like me?