"Well, actually I have a friend (you somehow feminized the word) arriving for the weekend."
Uuhh...No. Am I living in your head, living in your letters? Suppose this transformation of yours, your transcendence from ineffective and dominated to unabashed and liberated is actually related to your sexual motives and needs then...Are you saying you just never met the right guy? Like, you need a guy to show you that you only need yourself to be yourself, or something? Am I being pig-headed, missing the point?Thinking of Sylvére, starting to feel like (a) Dick. The picture you paint of yourself (though extremely honest) is what I feel embarrassed to think about girls (in their twenties). I know that people learn differently, metamorphose through time in disparate continua. I am a chauvinist. I know this guy. I grew up with him. He says what Dick says. Are you gonna meet me and get wet for him?
You know how you're always plus one? I have to plus myself. Wonder how you feel about feminist makeupping. Was it important to you to feminize your appearance? I couldn't tell through all of the clothing and apparel you mentioned you were wearing. To me, clothing isn't an empowering, feminist accessory, more like chains, a cage in which I have to conceal myself, and you'll probably think of me as a perverse male who wants to live in the lewdness of nudity, and you'd use the look of my body against me. Like you do to Sylvére.
