The delicate line
between eroticism and pornography
can only be sketched
by the individual.

...vaguely furious...something important to me afar off feels threatened...i'm being irrational..thus i am angry...

...i need to find a place where people are driven by the same forces that infuse me....every time i feel that i am in such an environment i find only elitism...where people are afraid to admit that they haven't read the book you are rabid with...you can see the lie in their twitching...politeness holds me from exposing them..i have been guilty of the same sort of untruth...how did it happen that in these circles books and art and film became status signifiers???