My dear,

So you’re offended. So fucking what?

So you’re offended by my sexuality? So fucking what?

So you’re offended by my use of vulgar language? So fucking what?

The fact that you’re offended is of no importance to me. I don’t derive my being from what you think of me. I derive it from what I think of me. And I like me. That’s all that matters.

And that’s all that should matter to you too. What you think of you.

Falsely yours,
Stephen John Fry