Lili,you know there's still a place for people like us

Today I would like to live in a country of citizens whose gender/sexual preferences and my needs are complementary.
I would like to see countries where mentally handicapped people laugh looking into lights and where there's no one who wouldn't know what to do with their hands when seeing their strange faces twisted in a grimace.
It won't do when they say there's enough place for everyone. I want to know that for every person there is a piece of time and space where they are just right in their form; legitimate, indispensable for other elements.
A world where everyone knows – and is totally sure about that – that the mere fact of being alive authorizes them to happiness, love, serenity – and so on.
Where nobody's move of knife against their own skin is overlooked; where for everyone there is a warm palm of the hand of somebody else. Destined. Waiting.

Such rubbish comes to my mind when I see how young, well educated and mentally balanced people completely consciously refuse to react when an ill person slowly kills herself.

(No, I'm not the one committing the slow suicide. Nor one of those who ignore it, thank God.)