The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes

And When Someone Else Speaks Your Name You Feel Pleased. You Feel Wanted. You Feel There. Alive. Even If They're Saying Your Name With Dislike, At Least You Know You're You, That You Exist.

Self Pity Is A Disease Which Does Not Kill But Corrodes.

And The Price For Being A Homo-hater Should Be As High As Anyone Can Pay.

However Much You Love Somebody, You Should Always Keep A Part Of Yourself To Yourself. Never Give It All. You Can Never Be Yourself Otherwise.

The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes Life Stymies You.