Lets take the following quotation, shamelessly pilfered from a friend’s web page :
“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly
themselves, and not to twist them with our own image –
otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find
in them.” – Anon.
The first thing that this brought to mind was not something in the spirit with which this statement was intended. Remember Liberace? The piano playing gay man who had about 20 rings on this fingeres, and jewels and other gaudy/tacky crap all over his piano.This guy was so whacked that he acutally paid for his lovers face to be surgically altered to look more like this own. Think about that. Now read the above statement again. Takes on different dimensions doesn’t it?
My apologies. It is late and I have eaten too many pickles.