Dear SteamPoweredHitler,
From the voice of mid-October in the year of to 2009 to the ear of the last day of the sixth year of the new millennium, I wish to share a piece of my broken heart with you, I wish to speak to myself, I wish to build a solid bridge from every accumulation of wisdom and its emotion that I have gathered in my weary path to tell you one thing that you might remember and keep, to yourself, true. I know you won't want to listen, that every fiber of your being fights against acceptance of this one true fact, that yearns against locking a piece of your soul away forever. You must follow one piece of advice, care for it undyingly, and reveal it to the very depths of your soul. Keep your love of men to yourself, no one will understand. Leave this game before the rampant homophobia of the community chews you up and spits you out. A man can lead a nation from impoverished obscurity to the cosmopolitan height of existence, but he can't share his heart, he can't fight the world. No nation's might nor politician's charisma can change the world from what it is to what it ought to be. No speech could echo deeply enough for that. Only our hearts can share that language and everyone always keep theirs closed, afraid to be hurt. Love and acceptance are hardly abundant and you'll just break your heart and those of the ones like you clawing and digging for something that will never be there. You can't share if no one is willing to accept. And as hard as I have hoped and clamored against the iron bars of that prison, no one will.
With bittersweet love from your not-so-distant future,
SteamPoweredHitler