Ever since I watched KINSEY, I have been replaying conversations in my mind that got needlessly tense. Talks of relationships and sex. I want to go back to them and tell the other people: look, everyone is different; we all try to get so prescriptive with each other when it comes to love, but it is wrong-headed.
Of course, I am guilty of it too. Why do so many of us want so badly for everyone to love (or not love) the same way we do?
Of course, I am guilty of it too. Why do so many of us want so badly for everyone to love (or not love) the same way we do?
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