Let's agree to disagree

I've been thinking about how to describe my blog in one sentence, and here's what occurred to me. A lot of it has been about coming to an accommodation with myself. Because I think, the way society is at present, that's the best I can hope for. Because my desires are so anathema to the overwhelming majority of the 'general public', there's no hope of my coming to any kind of understanding with them, no prospect of meaningful negotiations, because they already 'know' they're right, and I'm vile, therefore no point in even trying. Equally, I know I'm not going to suddenly change, suddenly become the average 'red-blooded male', or even the average gay man, and, in all honesty, taking into account that I can't wish away my proclivities, I don't especially want to change into anything 'acceptable', but untrue to myself. Even if I never do more than look, for the rest of my life, I'd much rather look at cute boys like the young Spaniard (well, Spanish speaking, at least) who got on my train with his family at one of the principal stations last night, and whose reflection on the, by then, dark window I spent a goodly part of the last hour of my journey admiring (they were sitting in the bay of seats immediately behind me, so I couldn't see him directly), than any female or adult male my imagination could envisage. So, there you go. I'll accept that I'm never going to be accepted, as long as the world at large accepts that I'm not going to compromise, either. Let's agree to disagree.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B