If I was chased by a mob of gargling fishermen, I too would have a sexual awakening.

So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn towards the unknown sea-depths instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in my sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror.

Shout out to all my closeted kin. May you break free from your civilised shackles to spawn in the depraved depths of Y'ha-nthlei. *makes slurping noises*