Stuck in Pleasure
Men and women are different and ought to be. Successful romance depends on this polarity. Life is much more pleasant when this is accepted. I so enjoy playing with men…teasing, exciting, disarming, confusing, titillating…
(Of course, when I’m older, I’ll become a fierce feminist and will dislike most men because of their cavalier treatment of women.)
I adamantly refuse to accept Thoreau’s description of life—and my mother’s—as “quiet desperation.”
I love the sensation of a man coming inside me; I feel like Mother Earth.
Howard Lowenstein called today. We met at a party, but I didn’t give him my number. He tracked me down by asking someone else where I worked.
Darwin always wins; the man is the hunter.