So we went to Cape Town pride yesterday and this guy was selling shots of alcohol.
And I said there's absolutely no way we are going to be typical gays and buy alcohol just so that we could be patronised by the guy selling it.
My principle crumbled very quickly...
That guy could burn down my house and crash my car and rip up all my clothes and smash my computer and beat up all my friends and throw shit at my employer and spread lies about me and infect me with a fatal disease and chop all my limbs off and punch me in the face and I would still forgive him unequivocally.
There's not much else to say other than that he was at least a head taller than me and I am 6'1.
What. A. God.
He was so exceptional it was actually psychologically painful to have to see. I kept having to look away.