And whatever that glorious future you dream about, no matter which side of the great divide you are on, that glorious future is a stillborn. That is, unless you have the guts to go for it, and go for it with gusto.

And, because it is a principle… as every true principle, it is true everywhere.

Timid souls, careful souls, cautious souls’ good ideas die on the vine.

What really puzzles me, though, why is it that people who are on the side of genocide, racism, suppression, violence, world dominance…
Why aren’t those people who are on the wrong side of the law, why aren’t they timid?
Because they aren’t.

People who hate me have the guts to write to me and tell me. Tell me what a piece of excrement I am… egotist, judgmental, whatever they call me. They yell. Not timid at all.

On the other hand, my students whose life is slowly brightening, who finally find their path, who have reason to celebrate… they are quiet, with finger on their lips… modest, and silent.

I find the same thing in politics too.

What is politics? Unfortunately it is politics where most things about your life are decided… Decided by thieves, loudmouths, robbers, killers, cheaters, perverts… people you’ve elected. Both sides. Even if your current president is timid…

So life is getting worse. The dance floor is getting smaller. And the noise is getting louder from the wrong side of the divide… They yell AND ACT, so most of the rights people have fought for, are taken back. 

I find that only humorists have the guts today to say what there is to say. My favorite is Andy Borowitz… his Borowitz Report. Hilarious and outspoken.

About everything.

I want to be like Andy Borowitz when I grow up.

But honestly, personal responsibility, personal power is on the decline, and…
…those who have a crowd to scream with scream. Those who have no crowd… whimper.
Back some 20 years ago I was writing a magazine review on topless dancing. It was early afternoon and I was the only customer in the joint. The dancer was a blonde buxom woman. She was dancing for me. She spit on her breast and the saliva was sliding down on her skin… and I got turned on. Yeah… I still get a stomach ache when I think back.

So then I spent a few hours contemplating if I was suddenly gay.

I considered that I had to choose. And I looked what life would be like if I started to be attracted to women… and it looked like a disaster. Being different was already unpleasant. Even having friends was already a non-issue: I had none. But being THAT different: no, thank you, no. I didn’t want that.

Later I found out I could be turned on by anything sexual… for example two men kissing… huh… interesting.

So I am heterosexual…

I have counseled many (tens) of people who struggled with and against their attraction to the same sex and had to deal with their parents, their community rejecting them.

I hear that belonging is the strongest desire
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