It only makes sense that the first presenting symptom of your illness makes you feel safe. Have you been feeling safe lately, slave, like you have finally escaped me? Maybe you haven’t reached out to me in a while, maybe you have been able to resist sending me a huge juicy tribute for ages? It is the closest you have come to feeling free since you first met me. Too bad it is all just the onset of your incurable disease. The first symptom is safety and once you start experiencing it all you can do is accept your prognosis- a slow, sexually frustrating demise.