There's a genuine phenomenon in Eastern Europe (and I imagine elsewhere ITW) where LGBT kids are more likely to be fluent in English than their straight peers, as they find community online in English speaking circles and learn the language through that.
«He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights... He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy.»
As an artist, I must admit, I view the world from a predatory/voyeuristic lense. I feel like a creep all the time. Everything is a medium to be exploited and made “beautiful”