Someone said :
Tough titties, sunshine. I am sure you'll live.
I am not against your occasionally hilarious ramblings but this one missed the mark by a mile, kinda like your baby gravy.
Even it it were. Who are we to judge that it is not worthy of respect?
If his sexuality involves fantasies shared in public, within the limits of decency and without implying illegal activities/relationships. Who are we to judge?
Even if this story is made up, who are we to look down at his desire to share it?
How is it not a valid way for him to express feelings and desires that pertain to his very real experience of his real sexuality the way he perceives it?
Would we rather he does not share, and shrivels in his corner in silence?
Would we rather only people who are mirror images of our own cast, our own sub-group of our special sub-community, ourselves only, us ourselves, sinn féin, us entre-nous, communicate our very own experiences and identical fantasies?
How are made-up stories (if they are) less valid and less real than pictures of ideal men and women falling within the socially acceptable range of wank-fodder
How is his story less real than air-brushed pictures of surgically enhanced models?
How would a story that could fit in the long tradition of cheap erotica not belong to a valid conversation, just because you do not feel like this conversation is for youse?
What about respecting his difference, his truth, his story, his view of his world, as long as it does not disturb yours except by your own choice to stir his pixels and bytes your way, a way it was not aimed at or directed towards?