Science Fiction has rivets, fantasy has trees.

Two sides of the same coin, but which side is which?

If words can be lethal weapons, I must provide them with an arsenal.

No matter how sexually attracted a man might be toward other men, or a woman toward other women, and no matter how close the bonds of affection and friendship might be within same-sex couples, there is no act of court or Congress that can make these relationships the same as the coupling between a man and a woman.

With false names, on the right nets, they could be anybody. Old men, middle-aged women, anybody, as long as they were careful about the way they wrote. All that anyone would see were their words, their ideas. Every citizen started equal, on the nets.

It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.

I have lived in the only decades I could have lived in, and hope to live through at least a few more.