I sense great vulnerability. A man-child crying out for love. An innocent orphan in the post-modern world.

I see a parasite. A sexually depraved miscreant who is seeking only to gratify his basest and most immediate urges.

His struggle is man's struggle. He lifts my spirit.

He is a loathsome, offensive brute. Yet I cannot look away.

He transcends time and space.

He sickens me.

I love it.

Me too.