I'm getting sick of having to apologize and explain myself after everything I do - on and off the internet. Maybe I have a flawed sense of humor, but when I do something in jest and the participants have no discomfort or objection, I fail to see why I'm morally compromised. A number of friends and I tend to engage in pseudo-homo-erotic acts at unexpected times (even to each other) because we enjoy the responses elicited by one another and the audience - all are perfectly willing and would never do such with someone who was opposed. However, I'm somehow seen as a depraved pervert, regardless of my level of involvement or seriousness. This extends to all forms of humor I engage in; most are sexual and often fairly risque. I never do anything to another without consent (either at the time or prearranged) and am a considerable gentleman when serious and composed. But, laughter is one of the few things that keep me sane; a warped sense of humor is to be expected of a man with my experiences: yet, this is denied to me. I've lost friends simply because I was too "weird" or too different from them in thought processes and behavior. The few friends who do enjoy my brand of humor often anger me simply because they seem to get away with what I cannot - even those who are far worse than I. I'm growing tired of the judgment; especially from people who ought to know better.