A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A

I Am Here, Come Closer," The Old Donkey Said With Her Eyes. "i Will Mother You.

In My Next Life, I Plan To Be A More Respectable Creature. For Now, This Is What Is Given To Us. So I Don't Know - I Think We're All Freaks At Heart. I Think Some People Strive Desperately To Be Normal, And I Think Other People Strive To Be Abnormal.

Beside Mama, In My Own Folding Chair, With My Feet Sticking Out In Front Of Me, I Thought About My Own Innards. Just A Few Months Before I'd Had No Idea Whether My Reproductive Equipment Worked. There Was No Evidence. But That Week I Had Become A Full-fledged Bleeder And Was Still Absorbed By This First Change In Myself That I Had Ever Noticed. The Click And Buzz Of My Synapses Kept Making The Same Connection. If You Can Change, You Can Also End. Death Had Always Been A Theory To Me. Now I Knew. The Terror Hurt Good And I Nursed It And Played It Like A Loose Tooth.

From The Time I Was Little, I'd Been Kind Of Freaked Out By The Whole Deal With Large Groups Of People. And Even Moderate - Sized Groups Of People. It's Always Made Me Very Uncomfortable. It's Such A Strange Phenomenon, What Happens To People When They're All Moving In The Same Direction, All Chanting The Same Tune, The Same Line Of Slogans Or Something. That Stuff Always Seems Very Alien And Bizarre To Me, And Kind Of Scary.

My Worst Is All Out In The Open. It Makes It Necessary For People To Tell You About Themselves.