Your alcoholism may be a disease, but mine will be a celebration.
My heart and soul felt clean and empty. I lost any sense of where I was or the need to talk.
— Xinran Xue, Sky Burial
lafianceedupirate: Photo by Didier Hubert
This man still emails. He asked me to join him and his girlfriend in bed, which would be an uncomfortable and ultimately cruel thing to do. I feel detached from him now and have for a while, although I’ll never forget his cock. Just thinking of it still makes me clench a little. The only way I could think to describe the difference between being with him as opposed to most men is to invoke the difference between taking a large bite of food and having your jaws held open with a dental gag.
chagrin: Photographer unknown
They would be displeased to have anybody call them docile, yet in a way they are. They submit themselves to manly behavior. They submit themselves to manly behavior with all its risks and cruelties, its complicated burdens and deliberate frauds. Its rules, which in some cases you benefited from, as a woman, and then some that you didn’t.
— Alice Munro, “Too Much Happiness”