I thought about the actor Kevin Spacey, a man who has been cleared of sexually assaulting four men. A jury found him not guilty of nine sexual offences against four men in their 20s and 30s, between 2004 and 2013. He is a relieved man because had he been found guilty; he would have probably faced a prison sentence. All good then. Not quite. Because mud sticks. His reputation is in tatters, and it will still take a brave studio to cast the actor in future productions.

I also got to thinking about the society we live in. One that allows people to go running to the authorities when it suits them. I won’t decry the Me Too movement because what it stands for is correct, people who do wrong must be punished. But each good cause presents its own problems.

For every legitimate claim there are those that will exploit those good intentions and seek an opportunity to make a fast buck. And the authorities are obliged to take everything seriously because they will be scrutinised and subject to intense criticism by the media. Alas, our society now presumes everybody is guilty unless proven innocent.

I do blame the media, the one that I have an interest in, because we’re in the business of clickbait. And people believe everything they read.

I got to thinking about myself. Yes, about me, the law-abiding citizen who does no wrong and treats everybody with respect and dignity. I also think about you, the person who probably holds the same principles that I do.

Let me present a scenario. One that happened only a few nights ago.

I was drinking in a bar and quite fancied the guy next to me. I knew that he fancied me too. This guy has been mentioned here many times before because I refer to him as Bad Boy Jamie. I like my bad boys.

I went to the toilet to relieve myself and was aware that somebody had walked in behind me. I pissed down my leg, fastened myself up, turned around, and there he was. The one person that I had hoped to find myself alone with. Reader, he pounced upon me, and we kissed, and it was fantastic. But it was brief because somebody selfishly chose that moment to walk in. We shot outside the toilet like rats scurrying from a one-star takeaway. It wouldn’t have been a good outcome had we been caught. Boyfriends can be vicious and vindictive.

Bad Boy Jamie was pissed-off and this is when he can do unpredictable things. More importantly, he was pissed-off with me because afterwards I put up a steel barrier between us. He wanted revenge, and truth be known, he’d be more likely to stick a knife in me. But I considered what might happen if he went to the police and said I’d sexually assaulted him in the male toilet. Guilty until proven innocent.

And then a guy I’ve never met might claim that I had sex with him in 2003 and twenty years later he’d decided that he didn’t like it after all. A spurned lover might say that I repeatedly abused him during our seven year relationship. (He’s still bitter enough to claim that happened). And that guy who worked for us ten years back might say that I once used inappropriate language and that it’s been on his mind ever since. Guilty until proven innocent.

Get the gist? 

I come from another time when being sexually promiscuous meant something exciting. You might disagree, but there it was.

I’ve never sexually abused anybody and everything I did was consensual. From teenager to man, if I got a knockback, mercifully few, I’d be embarrassed enough to go and hide in a dark corner.

Imagine a police officer knocking on your door and arresting you for your innocent past. It will happen to somebody, you, or me, and it seems that we must live the rest of our lives looking over our bruised shoulders. 

I quote my twenty-something friend, Alexander, who recently told me that he’d never have a relationship with someone his own age. Why Not? “Because they all come with baggage,” he said.

That is the crux of the problem. Today’s youth are afraid to explore one another. They’re afraid that physical contact might come back to haunt them. They’re afraid that anything they say might offend somebody’s moralistic inclinations. And they must be careful what they write in a phone message in case it is screenshot and used in evidence. How very sad and boring.

But I fear most for the future. When today’s kids, the ones who know nothing different, grow up to become teenagers, they’ll stick with the disinfected moralism inflicted upon them by this present day melodramatic society. When that day comes, love between two people is in trouble.