Do you have to understand it for it to be right? Sometimes I
don't understand it myself; but it is what it is and it makes me feel
good. It lifts the dark cloud of those depressive days, it dances in my
mind through the happier days, it makes me glow with excitement
and weep with joy. So for me it must be right. You consider it an unhealthy
obsession but what helps you get through the darker days? What put the
twinkle back in your eye then? Your Whiskey, or the 7th
pint of lager?
And even now after all this time you still feel you have the right to
laugh and ridicule. Is it me? Or him? Or me for loving him? Or both?
With you I'm not really sure. He could never make me unhappy...though it
wouldn't be terribly inhuman of me to admit that I do worry about him.
Maybe one day you can understand just what he means to me, and so many
others ....just look at my life; I've had and have so much because of
him. I believe my life is richer for loving him; the true friends I have
made, the places I've been and the simply pleasures of relaxing
listening to his beautiful voice. I wish more people could see him for
who he is and not be so judgmental about his life. But people like you
let his sexuality get in the way of that. He's a lover not a hater, you
just have to see him with his dogs to see that. Maybe he's not that
different to you then? Well maybe not eh!
Unlike you I find no comfort in religion, but still I have morals and I
hope compassion. I wish you'd respected other for their idiosyncrasies
and not expect the world to be stereotyped and fall into your category
of acceptable and "normal." I wish you love and happiness in
your life. I wish you could cry out all the pain you feel and understand
the inner peace that he gives me.