I Write To Please Myself.

It's Not Exactly Courageous To Be An Anti-racist These Days; A Hundred Years Ago, It Was.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.

"liberating" Is A Gay Word, So Let's Phrase It This Way: I Know Everything About Me And Still Manage To Be Good Friends With Myself, So Nothing Anyone Says That's Truthful About Me Ever Bothers Me.

The Average Human's Fundamental Project Is To Find Someone Else To Blame For Their Problems.

In Contrast To How My Father Treated Me, I Won't Hit Him, I Won't Call Him Evil, I'll Give Him Affection, And I'll Pay Attention To Him.