Six Generations of First Born Women for Tuesday, June 17, 2003

He's a sculptor. Tanned and just returned to Boston from a residency in Roswell New Mexico. He's looking for studio space. His name is Robin. I am blinded by him. The moth drawn to a flame now has meaning. It's part of my job to help artists find suitable work space. "Can I help you?" I ask. We both... Sign in to see full entry.

I have sexual amnesia when I try to remember those most intimate moments with Pete. Sex had lured him to me but my attraction to him was a more conscious, calculated thing. Once, after we had been married about six years I suggested we consider having other sexual relationships within the context of... Sign in to see full entry.