Do not confuse equal rights and equal conditions of comfort. No one will provide you with the second, even if you turn away. This is life, someone is lucky, someone is not very lucky. I have a non-traditional heterosexual orientation: I like thick defks, and not a little, but so that you get bad. And you know what? No one has violated my rights, no one has decided in at least 30 years. But that doesn’t mean that I’m comfortable hitting through every three lines on your fe-hide-fat-flaches and other stools that you’re rolling out with the appearance of the unmistakable truth in the last instance, with the appearance of the only point of view that can be in the world at all.