I've never met a man I didn't mutilate.
I don't know what I want, but I want it NOW!
I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think I was a phony and I'd know it.
Why can't I be different and unusual... like everyone else?
Like the shock of fondling a raw sausage, blindfold, at a gay party.
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.