I have found the answer, and it's called Prozac. I'm completely cured of all of life's problems. Loneliness no longer besets me like a black hole in my gut. I am confident, serene, and serendipitous. Panic is a thing of the past. No longer do I feel a freak I have rejoined the ranks of the normal people, and it feels wonderful. I can tell jokes. Some people even laugh. I talk to my cats in the morning. I'm kind to my neighbours. Self-pity has slipped away, and I am treating each day like an adventure waiting to happen. I have become truly fabulous.

I have decided that I am going to be a new pill-popping priest. A medication missionary. I shall start a campaign to put Prozac in the water. A revolution is at hand, a new order. It's a truly 21st century manifesto we have the technology to defeat despair. The drug, a product of unabashed creative capitalism, is engineered to fill the hole in the soul of those afflicted with clingy neediness.
They've tested Prozac on chimpanzees, with fascinating results and implications. They've sussed that alpha-males, dominant chimps, are high in serotonin, the natural safety-suggestive neurotransmitter that Prozac acts to cradle and conserve. Subordinate males have less serotonin thereby implying that they feel less safe in the world and so they seek safety through submitting to the alpha-male. By recognising his dominance, the natural order of the clan is assured, and firm leadership offers the comfort of a stable life.
They tested the importance of serotonin in group dynamics by removing the alpha-male from the clan, and giving one previously submissive chimp Prozac he assumed leadership, his confidence in his own dominance bolstered by the drug. More to the point, his status was recognised by the others. However the interesting thing is that when the original boss was reintroduced, and a battle for the throne ensued, the original leader won implying that confidence/serotonin alone does not a leader make. Perhaps it's character or breeding or perhaps years of low serotonin take their toll on a chimp, and the temporary feeling of confidence doesn't quite match with his self-image, and so he secretly doesn't believe in himself enough to win against someone who has never doubted his leadership qualities.
Allow me my anthropomorphic indulgence. I'm on a roll here. For as absurd as it may seem, I've always observed that gay men rutting operate on lines very similar to chimpanzees. One species, the bonobo, uses sex as a means of ensuring group cohesiveness. They shag each other indiscriminately regardless of age or gender. They're constantly at it. Go down a city park late at night or visit a sauna or a club with a backroom and I doubt if you'd be able to tell the difference in behaviour.
The same testing of group dynamics goes on who's the dominant one, who gets to shag who, who's offering themselves to be fucked, who kneels down first to take the host. It's a game of a primitive animalistic kind establishing a hierarchy, not by class or intellect or personality, but by something far less civilized. And, like chimpanzees, there are always more bottoms than tops the archetypal built-like-a-brick-shithouse Mr "Straight-Acting" who breezes in with all the swagger of a dominant ape will start a riot of competition among the throng for there is status in submitting to the alpha-male.
In a parallel to the chimps-on-Prozac experiment, those males who have never grown up doubting their masculinity, most usually those who have been heterosexual and enjoyed the confidence that being accepted by society engenders, are the ones that get to play top most often. Indelibly imprinted in the psyches of so many gay men is the urge/need for an archetypal Big Daddy to take them roughly from behind and protect them in his hairy arms. It's not about love. It's not even about sex, in a funny way it's about power. It's about the safety that submission to a strong man brings, albeit fleetingly.
And where would we be if we didn't want to submit to a higher power as the price for feeling safe? Religions would come tumbling down for we have created an all-seeing all-knowing God to give us the illusion that we are protected, that we are safe, insh-Allah. If we were to feel safe in ourselves, why would we need to have a Divine Protector?
Politics too would crumble, as we know it. Look at a political rally, and the need for the crowd to believe in the leadership qualities of their leader. Margaret Thatcher was an alpha-male in these terms totally convinced of her dominance, and inspiring devotion among her party and a strong segment of her country. Her appeal was not ideological it was the attraction of her unshakeable self-belief. If we follow her, we will feel safe. The same can be applied to science an unwavering belief in the power of scientists and doctors offers us the illusion that the world is a less threatening place. We hand over our power to our moral, political, and cultural leaders in a Faustian pact.
Just one pill a day, and all this will change. We'll all believe ourselves to be alpha-males. The glue that keeps this society together will dissolve. Anarchy will reign. There will be no such thing as an underdog. Victim mentality will disappear. Compassion, too for without experiencing loss or the pain of impotence we won't be able to empathise with those who suffer. Poetry will probably fade away too, for we won't need to search for words to heal despair. In place of strife, we will establish a new complacency, a new decadence. And after a few generations of life on Prozac, we'll be ripe for invasion by extra-terrestrials. For we won't believe that anything poses a threat.
Thanks, Doctor, I feel much better now that I got that out. You're very kind. Yes, I'll be happy to try on that funny-looking jacket. What are those straps for?