I sense great vulnerability. A man-child crying out for love. An innocent orphan in the post-modern world. I see a parasite. A sexually depraved miscreant who is seeking only to gratify his basest and most immediate urges. His struggle is man’s struggle. He lifts my spirit. He is a loathsome, offensive brute. Yet I can’t look away. He transcends time and space. He sickens me. I love it.