Where else but in his own castle, with his own family, can a person pick his nose, flatulate, lose his temper with impunity, whine, let the child in him emerge—in short, regress and “be himself”?

Have you gentlemen come to see the lady who fell backwards off a bus?

This was more of a brainstorming session, which is better than a blamestorm, and we were all invited to share and contribute.

The relationship between these two parts of me is underpinned by homophobic and acephobic assumptions.