I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy…
A big part of my problem is that this time around, the enemy is me.
The machine is vibrating and dancing and humming a tune it likes. You can go as high as you can — but you can’t change the tune… Go go go, tiger.
Result: A society where people have to metaphorically buy the ticket to unlock their own sexuality (take that, gamification marketers!)
There are lucky people who were raised in not-so-intellectual cultures. You can recognize them by the facial expression. Me, I went through the same grinder as most of my friends.