Was an awkward kid. He was overweight and he bred dogs. He also tended to share way too much information about this process with anyone who might listen. BJ made Wonks Anonymous uncomfortable.

Then one day a story spread through Wonks Anonymous fine Catholic high school that gave BJ a new nickname. That nickname would be Blow Job.

The rest of the story is brief. A little later - a few weeks, a month, on Christmas break - BJ had an accident. His car went off some lonely California road. He was found dead.

In case you all didn't get it, all you folks who long for the days before the sexual revolution, you people who want to see gays safely back in the closet so that you can practice your religion without being offended by people who believe and act otherwise, Wonks Anonymous is signifying. You are the targets.

For all of your talk about rationality and God's plan for us, for all of your loving kindness and forgiveness, sex is a powerful, elemental drive. You cannot channel it into the narrow confines that your laws set for it without the brutal use of force. That would include physical punishment but, more important, shame, guilt and verbal abuse. There is no smart bomb to control sex the way that you want to control it.

Most of us who grew up in the golden years of sexual repression survived and carry the scars today. Mostly we carry them alone. Some did not make it. BJ was collateral damage.