There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies
Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.
As your lover describes you, so you are.
Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.
What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.
I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world.