I read on the Internet that I was dead.

I'm not turned on, so put away that meat you're selling.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

I don't think what I look like is relevant.

Even though I found you on an ordinary day, it felt like I found a precious pearl in an oyster when I deep dived into the sea. Baby, you are really that precious to me.

Men are my bread and butter. It's what I live for! I have no shame about that.

For a while after the rape, I was afraid of my own sexuality, because I got raped right about the time when I started developing physically.