I want everyone I love to live forever and never die.

Is that naive?
Yes.
Is it unrealistic?
Yes.
Is it bad for me?
Sometimes, yes.
But I can't change it. I have tried.
I worry so much for those I care about even if I don't talk about it. I haven't made peace with death. Sometimes I lose myself in loving them, and making the best of our time together.
And sometimes I lose myself in the grief and the sadness of its temporary nature that requires us to employ our imaginative linguistic justifications and work-arounds to create meaning out of loss.

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alan20 · M

I feel there has to be a middle course. Not trying to deny what one can only see as the truth, and yet living life as best we can. I was brought up in an atmosphere of guilt backed up by religion. No child should be made to believe that their sins were responsible for each thorn being hammered into Christ's head . I reject that now as unhealthy and hypocritical. We have to demand the freedom to enjoy sexuality while helping those we love and respecting all.