Rory O'Neill AKA Panti

A man of his generation also kneels down beside the bed and says his prayers at night time.

Oh, Sunday Mass.

How is it possible that he was...

And I accused him of it over the years, you know.

Of acting it.

Yeah, you can't, that can't.

And he always, he always said, no, he just didn't give a shit.

And I do have this kind of funny theory about it, about him being a vet, especially like male mountain vets.

You're disabused of any notion that, you know, there's some beautiful designing power.

You know, there are parasites that only survive by eating cow's eyes out.

Yeah.

You know, animals die in horrible circumstances.

There's cruelty.

And sheep get born with two heads.

So nothing pays them.

They know that nature is messy and incredible and beautiful and disgusting and pathetic.

And to me, that would sort of clear up some stuff about hanging on to these boxes or that everything is perfect.

Other people come out in one way and one way only.

Let's see that that's bullshit, that none of that is true.

But I'm sure they're homophobic pets.