A "Bay Area Bisexual" told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.
When I was born my mother was terribly disappointed. Not that she wanted a girl - she wanted a divorce.
My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.
You always think another time would have been ideal for you . . . the reality is there was no novocaine when you went to the dentist.
Is there a separation between body and mind, and if so which is it better to have?
Life is full of moments that are good - winning a lottery, seeing a beautiful woman, a great dinner - but the whole thing is tragic. It's an oasis that is very pleasant.