Seems a bit melodramatic to me. Hey, shure, let us kill all people who moan about an unfullfilled sex life. Should be a lot more space for the rest of us and maybe cheaper farm land, so that we may keep more horses. I mean, look, I could kind of relate if you're paralysed from the neck, or locked-in-syndrome, a quadruple amputee or some fucked up shit. A crushed spine isn't the funniest thing on this planet, no doubt. But of all things you see not to be able to touch a horse to be a reason for suicide? Congratulations, you're just one of the propably 99.9% equine zoos, who never touched, never will touch and never will be even in the direct proximity of a living horse.
Lucky, you're not gay in Saudi-Arabia or something.
What's next? Assisted suicide because some stalker can't have a relationship with his idol or some furry dude can't become his half-unicorn-half-dragon-OC in real life?
Life sucks, that's how it is. Deal with it! By the way, why do you see the need to promote political for assisted suicide, payed by the tax payers, if the only thing you need is a 15 cent plastic bag and some duct tape? My cousin did it with a tie and a door handle, because his girlfriend left him... works great, unless you live in one of these barbaric countries where they just have door knobs... that's something I would promote for: Real door handles for the anglo-saxonian world! They are great, you may use them with your elbow, if your hands are full. Try this with a knob!
