Nothing can reckon with you if you can reckon with yourself. We were around clubbing each other over the head just like straight cave men. We were considered magical by some people. We were considered mysterious. We were obviously different but not always hated.
Hatred is always self-hatred.
Denial is always fear. WON'T. None of us knows how he got here, for what reason we are here or why we are who we are. It is not obvious and a swish doesn't make me any more obvious than the lack of one.