When you return I am going to give you one literary fuck fest— that means fucking and talking and talking and fucking— and a bottle of Anjou in between— or a Vermouth Cassis. — Henry Miller to Anais Nin
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l absorb sex indiscriminately, numb and impartial.
I suck men of their interiors.
A fuck that unites John, Dan, Scott, whomever…
…in the popular lust and paternal hunt for my possession.
He was a large man, though his arms were thin.
The upper part soft, but not fleshy. Like a young woman’s.
He had long, delicate fingers and plump palms similar to a raccoon’s.
With finesse, he plied the meat from a crab claw…
…and sucked oysters from their shells.
My mom is having surgery tomorrow.
I made her a cake for the occasion.
I’m very worried about the depiction of women on the screen. It’s gotten worse than ever and it’s related to their being either high- or low-class concubines, and the only question is when or where they will go to bed, with whom, and how many. There’s nothing to do with the dreams of women, or of woman as the dream, nothing to do with the quirky part of her, the wonder of her. — John Cassavetes
“As an artist, I feel that we must try many things - but above all, we must dare to fail. You must have the courage to be bad - to be willing to risk everything to really express it all.”
— John Cassavetes
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be my pet.