Knock knock
Who's there?
It is I the Gay.

There are monsters in the sea - Dallas Rainer
Indeed there are, they are everywhere,  while we proclaim other species to be the monsters it only becomes truer that it is not them to be the monsters, but us. Now look in the mirror. What do you see? A person. A human. I look at the human race and I see monsters yet to surface from the depths of theirs minds. Some will resurface at the slightest of nudges others will only resurface after tragedy doth strike them. But they are there. Always, Never, and both at the same time. Call me insane, but truly I am one of the few sane ones. Now look at me.  What do you see.  A foolish old delusionist, who believes all our squabbling is for naught, or a wise young prophet who sees what the others before me saw. A demon or an angel? A shadow or beam of light?  Good or evil? Which one is it?

He/Him

Spoons are the worst