Who am I if I am not prejudiced

by Regis Boff

Nations thrive only when the most exciting sexual deviants are free to sin without anxiety or worry of reprisals.

Ancient Greece and Rome, the Roaring Twenties, and every day in France are samples of this. Our very independent nation is now so diverse we demand most of the alphabet to identify our gender and sexual federations.

But I sense dark clouds forming on our open-source bi-coastal orgy of identities. In my experience, sex does not long remain pleasant unless others hold that what you are doing is lewd, immoral, scandalous, or even better, outright dangerous. I fear we are draining our state unduly of its prejudices. We are making ourselves too familiar with one another.

I miss pointing and gawking at people. Worse, I suspect they feel the same about me. Cause I can be a bit odd as well, truth be told.I dread that Oscar Wilde may have been describing us when he said, “Only the great masters of style ever succeed in being obscure.”