A young man is sitting in damp, moldy hut. He's 29 and for the first time in his life, he's thinking about suicide.
It's not that he hates himself, it's just that he's tired of getting out of bed and doing shit he hates. A bundle of pink para-cord sits in the corner, near a droning fridge. It's comforting that there's a way out, even if it would look a little ridiculous. The emasculation of hanging by a pink string is not exactly a hero's exit.
He's not the kind of guy who reaches out for help, he thinks your opinion is probably as depressing as it is stupid; and he knows you have your own problems.
Okay, this third person shit is tiring. It's me, I'm the guy.
There's a few people in this world I respect, one is 
Yes, I used present tense, I still respect him.
Confused? Read on...
I had read the accusations about Louis, and it included his email address. I figured Louis, who never claimed to be perfect had some issues with sexual misconduct, as many men in positions of power with dumpy dad bods and ginger balls often do.
It's pretty obvious a guy like Louis has to use his power and status to get women to like him, he's a fat balding ginger dude. How else is he supposed to attract them? With his singing voice?
So anyway, I emailed him and I kept it pretty simple.
Subject: 29 is the worst fucking year of any life.
Email: Look at this shit. Just everything. Fuck.
And I included a picture of me looking pretty damned miserable.
To my surprise, he replied.
"it's the worst year so far. You'll beat it some day. Just remember that absolutely nothing ever stays the same. Which means it'll get better. And then worse again. And then better.
You only look miserable in the picture because you decided to be and made a pissy face. Cheer up."
Now, he didn't have to do that. But he did. He didn't have to care about some nobody on the other side of the world. But he did.
I can't excuse what he did wrong, but I can at least provide evidence that he isn't a complete monster.
That little email stopped me spiraling down. It gave me courage and it gave me inspiration. I can't give him all the credit, but my life has gotten better ever since.
It's very easy to judge people for the worst things they've ever done, but I don't think it's fair. Human beings are bigger than that. When it comes to Louis, it pains me to see him so fatally flawed. I'm disappointed immeasurably in his behavior.
It's obvious to me though, that we need a more empathetic approach to male sexuality. Women are not living in the same psychological space as men, and I don't think it's fair for them to so harshly judge a man who clearly has an illness. It's hard to imagine Louis wants to engage in this behavior.
It's really easy to pile on hatred in this kinda situation, but I don't think it's fair. He's not a monster, he's a flawed man.
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.