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He said that he’d like to see me blossom, become more comfortable around people. He wanted me to come out of my shell, expose myself a little more.
I wonder if he understood how difficult that was for me. I wonder if he understood what trust meant or [...]
photo by me.
I feel like I need to explain myself on subjects all of the time. I wonder, sometimes, if I’m speaking the same language.
Yesterday, in class, I made a comment about the interesting gender-related correlation between the four books we had read in class. I did not say [...]
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In one of my classes, we are reading Name All the Animals by Alison Smith. Our instructor brought up the topic of people reading certain books for the emotions they evoke.
It made me think of the conversation between my friend and me last night.
We were discussing TV shows. [...]
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“In fucking, one’s insides are on the line; and the fragile and unique intimacy of going for broke makes communion possible, in human reach–not transcendental and otherworldly, but an experience in flesh of love.”
~ Andrea Dworkin ~ Intercourse ~
My brain is in overdrive right now. I’m thinking [...]
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I’d like to write something here. I actually have a lot on my mind. I can’t connect things, though. My mind is a fog. I’m having difficulty even thinking or remembering things. I keep forgetting things and even putting them into my PDA or [...]
