Ever since I can remember I had a strange obsession with size changing and giants, specifically me being small compared to larger people, especially women. When I reached sexual maturity I realised what this strange obsession I had had all my life was: a fetish. I felt shame at having such a taboo and perverted sexual impulse that I kept it a secret at all costs, not daring to tell anyone. After the initial guilt ridden phase I went through another: that my fetish was literally impossible. It was hard coming to terms with the fact that something I had wanted my entire life would literally never happen; no giant blow jobs or anything. It was pretty easy to feel that life was unfair and that I was born with a curse.

But something clicked with me, who cares? There was no use fretting about it, so I simply didn’t. This is how I feel about communism, it is a dream that will never happen, it is a fantasy. I had to come to terms with the fact that not only do we not always get what we want, but sometimes what we want just doesn’t exist, and never will. If we push for an impossible ideal it will potential ruin our lives and our countries.

Thank you for listening.