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I Live With That Contradiction Daily. It Is A Constant Struggle. I Struggle Very Deeply. I Don't Think I've Said This To Anyone, But I've Wondered If I Just Want To Give Up This World And Live In The Congo And Just Be There. But I Don't Think That's What They Need From Me.

It [the Memoir "in The Body Of The World"] Wrote Me. I Joke About It, But This Book Was So Unusual. It Just Started To Come Out. I Really Feel Like It Came Straight From My Body. I Think It Was Both An Expression Of What I Had Gone Through, But Also It Just Felt Like Everything Had Come Together In My Body And It Needed To Tell That Story.

I Think All My Work's Been About How Do Women Get Back Into Our Bodies; How Do Men Get Back. We're All Disassociated.

Looking At It, I Started Crying. Maybe It Was Knowing That I Had To Give Up The Fantasy, The Enormous Life Consuming Fantasy , That Someone Or Something Was Going To Do This For Me – The Fantasy That Someone Was Coming To Lead My Life, To Choose Direction, To Give Me Orgasms.

I Think That It Was Really Rock-and-roll Stars, Women Who Were Breaking Boundaries With Their Bodies And Their Voices And Their Beings And Their Music. I Spent A Lot Of Time At Concerts,just Watching Women Rock Out. They Expressed So Much Of What I Believed Could Be Possible.