Your limited comprehension of my complexity changes naught the reality of my workings. I benefit from the pair true enough, any further assumption is your personal failing to listen, my dear.
The message is what you make of it darling.
I'll not pretend I gain nothing by the utterance. Pride is my fondest sin, and I'll enable it in droves for as long as it continues to feed me.
Pride month is upon us, and it could not feel more fitting. Be not ashamed of your skin, your preferences, what you love or what you do.
You are you, and there will naught ever be another.