Oh, Of Course, I Always Feel Unconfident.

This Idea That Males Are Physically Aggressive And Females Are Not Has Distinct Drawbacks For Both Sexes.

A Carnival In Daylight Is An Unfinished Beast, Anyway. Rain Makes It A Ghost. The Wheezing Music From The Empty, Motionless Rides In A Soggy, Rained-out Afternoon Midway Always Hit My Chest With A Sweet Ache. The Colored Dance Of Lights In The Seeping Air Flashed The Puddles In The Sawdust With An Oily Glamour.

Sometimes People Go Off In A Slightly Different Direction Of Wanting To Be Different, Of Wanting To Be Special, Of Wanting To Be More, And I Think That Those People Are Often - Not Always, But Often - Genuinely Different In Some Way. Perhaps Their Gender Orientation Is Not Acceptable Or Popular, Not The Norm. Or, Their Physical Design Is Literally, In Some Way, Setting Them Apart. Or, In Many Cases, They Feel The Burden Of Their Ordinariness So Dreadfully That They Strive To Find Some Way Of Being Unique. I Think That Can Be A Very Positive Thing, But It Also Can Be Negative, Destructive.

There Are The Those Whose Own Vulgar Normality Is So Apparent And Stultifying That They Strive To Escape It. They Affect Flamboyant Behaviour And Claim Originality According To The Fashionable Eccentricities Of Their Time. They Claim Brains Or Talent Or Indifference To Mores In Desperate Attempts To Deny Their Own Mediocrity.

A True Freak Cannot Be Made. A True Freak Must Be Born.