May 17, 2007
The sweetest moments in my life have been when women have been kind. When women are kind to me I feel like a murderer forgiven by his victimís family. I have never felt worthy of women. Iím not naive: I do not idolise them unknowingly. I see faults and frailties. But women simply unman me; they make me surrender to subjectivity. I am the most meek and hapless of heterosexuals; I blush at a smile and a soft word. I am a foul romantic, shot through with smut and flowers, a vicious submissive who kisses feet with a snaggletoothed bite.