Lovers never want to say "I love you" at the same moment. Hence all the love stories.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
Dancers dance through their pain I shrink from mine.
I create my social existence by earning and spending.
Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.