Different Isn't Evil, It's Just

You Are An Abomination Before God. Jesus Loves You Too, I Said Smiling.

No Name-calling Truly Bites Deep Unless, In Some Dark Part Of Us, We Believe It. If We Are Confident Enough Then It Is Just Noise.

And The Moment You Care That Much, A Man Has You. He Owns A Little Piece Of Your Soul, And He Can Beat You To Death With It.

I Think Like A Detective.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.