Let them howl. Let them gnash their teeth in the dark. I will not turn away. Not from beauty. Not ever.

They want to shame me.
Want to drag me down into their mire.
Make me avert my eyes from what is clean, what is sharp, what is beautiful.
I will not.

A bloated excuse for a human needs to hide their multiple chins behind a draped curtain of fabric in a profile picture so now we all have to suffer in an ugly world.

The only difference is the stage. And the applause. This city… it's a sewer. And some men just can't resist wallowing in their own waste, calling it righteous.

He's no different than the derelict on the street, hands down his pants, lost in his own filth. Both seeking a pathetic release, both oblivious to the disgust they inspire.

The truth? It's public masturbation. Nothing more. He's parading his ego, stroking his own sense of self-importance for all to see. And we're supposed to applaud? Treat him with reverence?

No.