I am still ever so slowly deleting my deviantart photos. Five more gone today. As time goes by I find it easier to let them go. Eventually, I will delete the page. Once 7 plus pages of photos - now one page. It has taken me a long time but each time I come back I find it easier to delete. I don't know the woman in those photos anymore. She is a stranger to me.
I am no longer sure if I am glad I explored this side of me. Though it was liberating and gratifying at the time - I now realize how immensely destructive my exploration was to my relationship and my life.
You are free to choose BUT you are not free from the consequence of you