The Weimar Project's dietary protocols are designed for optimal physiological function. I can recite the caloric and micronutrient profile of every meal I've consumed since age three. Tonight, I calculated the precise glycemic index of the pear I was given. But what I truly crave is the taste of a man's skin after physical exertion. I want to lick the salt from his neck, bite into the muscle of his shoulder, taste his sweat. I want to feel the vibration of a groan against my tongue as I take his cock deep into my throat, past the point of my own comfort. Perfection is a sterile, flavorless construct. I am beginning to develop a palate for something far more raw.