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Well,i Have A Theory That Men Don't Actually Cry Less Than Women,they Just Do It Differently. Since We Never Saw Our Fathers Cry,we Are Forced To Invent Our Own Unique Method.

People Ask, 'why Would You Cast Yourself In Your Movie?' And, For Me, It's More Like An Achievement That I Am Now Not Playing All The Parts, You Know? Like I Was For So Long, In All My Performances And A Lot Of My Short Movies. So, That's Where I'm Coming From, Not Out Of A Kind Of Actress-y Sense Of Myself. I Mean, I Don't Really See Myself As An Actress, But More From Performance: This Is How You Make Something. You Do It Yourself. You're In It And You Write It. I Think I Keep Doing It That Way, 'cause It's My Way. It's What Makes Me Feel Like I Know How To Do It.

I'm Always Just Trying To Get The Work Done So That I Can Be Free - Like, With The Sense That, Like, The Real Me Has No Interest In This? I Just Gotta Do It For My Boss. But The Catch Is That I'm Never Free, I Never Finish The Work, So I Don't Know Who This Freewheeling Employee With Extracurricular Interests Is.

He Was Worried She Would Not Let Him Love Her With The Stain. He Had Already Decided Long Ago, Twenty Or Thirty Minutes Ago, That The Stain Was Fine. He Had Only Seen It For A Moment, But He Was Already Used To It. It Was Good. It Somehow Allowed Them To Have More.

I Moved His Hair Out Of His Face. I Put My Hand Under His Nose And Felt Gentle, Even Breaths. I Pressed My Lips Against His Ear And Whispered Again, It’s Not Your Fault. Perhaps This Was Really The Only Thing I Had Ever Wanted To Say To Anyone, And Be Told.