Hatred makes us all ugly.
Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.
Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.
Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.
He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.
The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.