If you want me to become the monster, I can. I choose not to. I gave up on any identity with loners long ago. I returned out of empathy, because I care. With each year I see somebody where I was the year before, and I want to weep. In another year I believe I shall have solved the erroneous pathology through lived experience and reason. Another year all I have to show is more premature grey and appetites turning tastes to vinegar, and incomplete conceptual schemes driving a wider rift between hemispheres.

Anecdotal evidence is the poorest of all evidence. It's poverty diminishes the value of it's findings as it is committed to record. It's fitting then that this sub has only evidence of that kind to exchange in any abundance. What a dismal value proposition.

Have my anecdotes then, for what they're worth. I have never met a short man that forgets his height. The harder ge tries, the sadder he becomes. Yet, I have known short men to be fathers and lovers. I have seen them with women smaller than them, that look on their man with adoration, and men with women that would rival even my height, or even exceed it. No doubt the experience of being cradled by a lover that must appear like an Amazon, must be quite something.

I do not know what those men did to find partners. All I know is that they did it. The solution exists, and as I said before, I believe it lies with factors that can be changed.

My views on short, entitled men is already made clear. Sod them. I'm quite done with been led to believe in my own guilt. There are vicious little shits here as across all life. I open my heart to them and they always stick their barbs into you. I won't have any more of that now. If you couldn't see my words that I cared, then that's your problem. Somebody's craft in conveying meaning through words has left flaws to the interpretation, but I'm admitting no fault of my own. Call it tall bastard privilege.