And You Are Mine, And You Will

If It Pleases You And You Can Write At All, It's Gonna Please Somebody Else.

I'd Been Blindsided With The Most Painful Knowledge: The First Man To Ever Say He Loved Me Had Never Loved Me At All. His Passion Had Been Artificial. His Pursuit Of Me Had Been Choreographed.

I Felt Like A Car That Had Only Been Operated By One Driver… A Car Its New Prospective Buyer Was Determined To Take To The Daytona 500.

I Had Never Seen So Many Cute Men In One Place In My Life. But I Could Tell They Were Not For Me. Russell Was Like The Gay Vampire Hugh Hefner, And This Was The Playboy Mansion, With An Emphasis On The "boy.

Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy, You Know, Because I Can't Tell Them The Truth; Which Is, That I'm Driven Crazy By All These Thoughts, All These Heads.