My sister said, You're making it hard for all us housewives in Nebraska.
It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
Homosexuality was invented by a straight world dealing with its own bisexuality.
People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.
You may well ask how I expect to assert my privacy by resorting to the outrageous publicity of being one's actual self on paper. There's a possibility of it working if one chooses the terms, to wit: outshouting image-gimmick America through a quietly desperate search for self.
Hostility is expressed in a number of ways. One is laughter.