Who do you think is going to read this?" my friend asks, throwing up her hands: "It's your journals Every little detail. Every lecherous fantasy, all your perversions, obsessions. Even dreams. Who gives a fuck? You're not a famous person so who cares?
"I would have thought that my several long marriage-like relationships, twenty years in psychotherapy, careers in architecture, modern dance, fashion, filmmaking and decades of dedication to nutrition & exercise - would be foundation enough to give me a steady hand. That seems not to have happened.
I remain frightened of life, of...
Who do you think is going to read this?" my friend asks, throwing up her hands: "It's your journals Every little detail. Every lecherous fantasy, ...
Who do you think is going to read this?" my friend asks, throwing up her hands: "It's your journals Every little detail. Every lecherous fantasy, all your perversions, obsessions. Even dreams. Who gives a fuck? You're not a famous person so who cares?
"I would have thought that my several long marriage-like relationships, twenty years in psychotherapy, careers in architecture, modern dance, fashion, filmmaking and decades of dedication to nutrition & exercise - would be foundation enough to give me a steady hand. That seems not to have happened.
I remain frightened of life, of...
Who do you think is going to read this?" my friend asks, throwing up her hands: "It's your journals Every little detail. Every lecherous fantasy, ...
