How terrible... Although I confess it took me a few moments of consideration to reach that conclusion. There's a cute verse by Dorothy Parker, that goes:
As I grow older and older
And totter towards the tomb
I find that I care less and less
Who goes to bed with whom
I'm not there yet. I'm not able to divorce sexuality and morality, as the prevailing winds of the current era demand that I must. But neither do I wish harm upon anyone for being what they were seemingly born to be.
I don't have a pat answer, except...how terrible.
