Now, in retrosight, it looks like I just wrote that "loving the wang" is a negative thing. Now, I would write something to deny that right now, as it would seem to disparage my own "gettin sum", but instead, I'll do one better.
     Loving the wang of anyone who's not me... is a bad thing.
     There. That should work some wonders.

     Oh, and for the sake of my safety, let's assume that I attend..... um.... "BLerkley University. That works.

     Anyway... I'm attending this class on Alt Sexuality. The class is getting progressively worse. It's reached the point, now, where I have literally no idea what's being said in that room. The words themselves are over my head. You have to understand; this doesn't happen to me. My vocabulary is large; I'm a smart person; and I pride myself on the cockiness that comes with thinking you're better than absolutely everyone.
     I do.

     In this class, it's like they're speaking God-damned French. I mean a language actually cursed and damned and condemned to torture by our lord. It's amazing. It's a French spoken by imbeciles who never learned to speak French. It isn't French at all. It's a mockery of language with words with many syallables and the words "butt sex" mixed in.
     It's a literal work of art.

     It's not just that things are over my head either. They're over my head in that lofty, arrogant, erudite way. Like, the things I do understand, I either think are stupid or worthless or wrong. Or just not worth saying.

     Did you know that we discuss a bathroom door because it regulates us? And we regulate ourselves in turn, by regulating others which we emulate in turn? And that we don't discuss a wall because it can't regulate us? Because we can't pass through that.
     Wait. I just thought of something. That whole idea is pick-and-choose wrong. A wall regulates us the same damn way by NOT allowing us to pass through. And, wait, I've never discussed a door in any meaningful fashion. And wait, the whole thing's a damn metaphor which you keep carrying one step too far into reality.

     I've got no problem with gay people. I've got no problem with the French, walls, doors, bathrooms, "the word dog which isn't actually a dog", the "picture of a dog which isn't the real dog", or the very idea that we can define what the world wants.

     I want liberation for my own damn way of life. I have sexual cravings to know what the shit is going on around me.
     Thank you. There will be an essay Monday.

---Danny