L.J. Writes

I mean, also there's no hate like self-loathing turned outward. God knows I was an anti-slash boy probably in part because I was trying to avoid dealing with my own gayness! Might be similar at work.

(And I mean, I can even understand how it happens! There's one white supremacist dick-bag who is eye-candy to me, even though he's absolutely heinous. And I even caught myself starting to go down the route of thinking with my dick, and had to go, "Wait, no. He's NOT just in need of someone to hold his hand and have a conversation. He's a Nazi. Don't stick your metaphorical dick in Nazi." And I've had like a decade of practice coming to terms with my problematic naughtiness, and I STILL had to catch myself! I imagine it's a lot harder for someone younger and more earnest, who still deeply hopes they can create their socialist paradise in their heads and loins. Because if they can't even create it in themselves, WHAT HOPE IS THERE???)

--Rogan