I personally see absolutely no reason why the private lives of what
seems like every person in this land is aired out daily, with all the
slobbering melodama and chest-beating appropriate for bad comedy.

If you have issues with men, be celibate. Trust me, it works nicely for
your calm if not for your ability to beg for the sympathy or attention
of the public at large.
So the moral of the story is, life sucks and then you die. If you're
smart, you'll skip the death bit and start sucking life (or lifeblood,
same difference), hopefully out of all the would-be launderers of
private affairs.


By the way, my sire's sister's aunt is a woman loving, man beating
scandal! *gasp* Read all about it in the Aetolian Inquirer - the expose,
or Beladonna's admission : Xanithe is my secret lover.
Soon to be a majorly distributed lamb skin scroll with illustrations.
Price is 10 gallons of blood a copy, available at a harem near you.


-Silmarillion

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Midautumn, in the year 79 MA.