Our minds hurtled outward in all directions. We became absurdly creative, Homo artifactus, intolerant of bare cave walls and naked clay pots.
NatalieWe may love men and we may live with men, but some of them have said stupendously inaccurate things about us, our bodies, and our psyches.
NatalieA hug is the perfect gift, one size fits all, everyone likes them and no-one cares if it is given back.
NatalieWriters are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That's how they learn to write. They take on a writer, read everything by him or her, read it over again until they understand how the writer moves, pauses, and sees. That's what being a lover is: stepping out of yourself, stepping into someone else's skin.
Natalie