Maybe we could all take care of each other, I dreamed.

The horror of knowing someone and living with them and even thinking you're lucky and then wham and now you know that every person is really two people and how can you ever know what the other half is up to.

You try to be good, to be good and loving and nice and not hard, not tough, a sweet nice girl, not ugly, not full of ugliness, but people make it impossible.

you are right where you should be / now act like it

There are a lot of queers starved for entertainment from their own community.

i wanted to try things, everything, especially things that are illegal and have a faint whiff of glamour.

Maybe we could all take care of each other, I dreamed.