Clothes, After All, Are A Form Of

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

You're Neither Unnatural, Nor Abominable, Nor Mad; You're As Much A Part Of What People Call Nature As Anyone Else; Only You're Unexplained As Yet -- You've Not Got Your Niche In Creation. ~ The Well Of Loneliness, 1928

In This World There Is Only Toleration For The So-called Normal.

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

Life's Not All Beer And Skittles