Some Men Get The World, Some Men

History Is A State Of Yearning. I Yearn For Kay Lake Throughout This Entire Thing. There's An Essay I've Written Where I Talked About Living In The Past. There's A Whole Motif In The Book Of Then And Now. And I Lived There.

I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit. I Always Wanted Things.

I Kept Saying, "stop Me Now. It's Going To My Head." I Got Some Photos. Really, I Did! It's Not My Noblest Sexual Self In These Moments, But I Want To Have Fun. I Want To Undress. I Get Off My Leash To Go Out And Perform. Some Other Writers Are Just Discomforted By The Way I Behave In Public. Because They're Loath To Perform.

The Truth Of The Matter Is, You Lose A Parent To Murder When You're 10 Years Old, And In Fact At The Time Of The Murder You Hate Your Lost Parent, My Mother In My Case.

I Always Cringe When A Male Friend Of Mine, Who's Very Fixated On Women, Puts "compatibility" At The Top Of His List Of Attributes That He Would Be Looking For In A Woman. I Would Replace Compatibility With Dialectic.