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I begin to write, but only in my journal about my dreams: A woman and I are
sitting together, talking and looking at a book. Suddenly I thrust my hands to her
genitals and push her down. I wake flushed, aroused with astonishing passion.
The flowers smell like dust. I drive home and put clean sheets on the double bed I
share with my husband. Crying bitterly, I lie down alone, vertiginous, nauseated
with desire. When I sleep, I dream: / am running down an endless sandy road, ...
Toward morning I dream: I am in that cold room in bed, in sheer black
nightclothes, sunlight over me. You (yet this is not you) sit in the kitchen with a
man, and then bring him in to look at me. When he leaves, you bring in two more
men to look ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - ehough75 - LibraryThing
Amazing. Loved every aspect of this book. She shows how her thoughts and process have developed and changed over the years with both conversaitons, debates, and encounters with the people she has met ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dancingwaves - LibraryThing
An amazing book of vignettes that explore the ideas and intersections of love, sexuality, gender, and identity. A beautiful love letter to her partner, Leslie Feinberg. Read full review