I came to realize this weird projection: you are much more passionate about hating something outside of you when you know that something is also in you.

"Stop Already" is a fairly new poem in a group that was just published by Feminist Studies, which is why I sent them to you.

Is there a term that one might use rather than say that one is homosexual? Is there a different physical gender and symbolic dimension? I'm thinking of Adrienne Rich's notion of the lesbian spectrum. It's not as if sexual identity is binary: one must be either homo or hetero.

In a way, this kind of insight or recognition often permeates the way I think of character, how I plot action, and the way in which I use imagery, seeing binaries as false.

I'm surrounded by men, and the muse is complaining that I have neglected her.

As I grew older - and even when I was younger - it had puzzled me why I continued and continue to be heterosexual.

I have a muse who's very powerful, but I'm still a hopeless deadbeat of a poet.