Pure Operational Space
I wish my life had been defined by something I could have gotten credit for. Something dazzling, something earth shattering and dynamic. Something worth being stupid about. The sad thing would be if it got completely ignored. Probably happens all the time. It’s my relationship to my genitalia. Hard to believe my Grandmother started all of this. I wish I had had the conversation with my mother It just never came up. People need to talk about this, People shouldn’t be treated like pets that aren’t eating. Even if they are men. He knows it’s my show And he isn’t in the lead role. I have blemishes, I am sorry, this isn’t a job I applied for. Once you fall through one, you keep falling through. Nothing can hold you anymore. I don’t know the physics behind it and he keeps wanting me to prove it to him. I can’t say If grandma was going to do that I should have been raised Jewish. Just another floor to fall through I can’t say, this persona wasn’t there. I think it goes back to what...