Thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time ( Read more... )

My hands are still worn ( Read more... )

I remember ( Read more... )

Some people think you have a problem ( Read more... )

Yes.

Though tonight I sleep in sadness...

I know I will awaken once again in love.

As I have for as long as matters and will forever.

And ever and ever and ever.

God rest you, John Lennon.

If there's one thing I've learned ( Read more... )

It is diffficult to find ( Read more... )

I was just thinking that I have been missing you for way too long ( Read more... )

I'm sorry 'bout the phone call and waking you. I know that it is late. But thank you for talking, 'cause I needed to. Some things just can't wait ( Read more... )

There is a deep recognition in culture and in experience that intercourse is both the normal use of a woman, her human potentiality affirmed by it, and a violative abuse, her privacy irredeemably compromised, her selfhood changed in a way that is irrevocable, unrecoverable. And it is recognized that the use and abuse are not distinct phenomena but ( Read more... )