is it not strange that, in this postmodern world where apparently we are so powerful that we can self-create ourselves and be anything we want to be, where even our gender is something which we can decide for ourselves, we are yet so weak and vulnerable as to be incapable of saying no to advice with which we disagree, and of simply walking away? If you do not like the priest’s advice, or the rabbi’s, or the pastor’s, it is a free country, you can ignore them. You can even despise them and ridicule them if you wish. But perhaps the lesson here is not so much about sexual diversity after all. It is odd how power and insecurity so often co-exist in the same groups, is it not?