I Don’t Really Read Reviews… That’s Not

My Fears Came True: People Called Me Fat And Hideous, And I Lived. And Now I Keep Living.

I Can’t Imagine A Passionate Affair With A Native Man

I Have Been Envious Of Male Characteristics, If Not The Men Themselves. I'm Jealous Of The Ease With Which They Seem To Inhabit Their Professional Pursuits: The Lack Of Apologizing, Of Bending Over Backward To Make Sure The People Around Them Are Comfortable With What They're Trying To Do. The Fact That They Are So Often Free Of The People-pleasing Instincts I Have Considered To Be A Curse Of My Female Existence.

I Feel Like So Much More Than My Gender And So Much More Than My Relationship To My Body And My Relationship To Men. And, But Suddenly You're Sort Of Asked To Be An Expert.

Every Time I Start Feeling Sexy I Trip.