It is hard for me to be sure what Mr. Foucault was feeling. There are so many ways to look at an essay like this; maybe he felt as a prisoner of the Panopticon because of the constant ridicule he had to face for his sexual preference. Never knowing if he was being observed or frowned upon and facing verbal abuse for his choices. I can understand how these situations could make a person compare …
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