we learn at the last to look at our brothers as aliens. alien men with whom we share a city, but not a community. men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in a common effort. we learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. our lives on this planet are too short, the work to be done is too great.
but we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as we do, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
- robert f. kennedy
Gay. You’re Gay. I’m Gay. Bubble gum, baby. Wink.