If only it doesn’t swallow up my desire to express myself in a smug, sensuous haze.


Sure, marriage is self-expression, but if only my art, my writing, isn’t just a mere sublimation of my sexual desires which will run dry once I get married


If only I can find him… the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn’t I expect it in a man?