There comes a point in every faggot’s life when he has to wonder, “Do I stick around and fight this out, or do I just pick up my toys and go home?” I suppose that now is one of those times.
Summoning the earnestly questioning voice of Carrie Bradshaw yet again: What’s to be done when folks just can’t be persuaded? Are there some people with whom we simply can’t communicate? And what happens in a democracy when the vote doesn’t go your way?
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