When I Was A Little Kid I

I Read A Lot Of Social History. If I'm In An Art Gallery And A Picture Intrigues Me, I Immediately Write Down The Title And I Google It. I Do A Lot Of Googling And Looking Out For Good Stories. I Can Almost Smell Them Sometimes.

...sometimes I Suspect That What Had Really Happened Was That We Became More Resigned, More Cynical, Raised Our Pain Thresholds As We Lowered Our Expectations. All In All, Settled For Less.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

I Must Say, In The Case Of "room," Both The Book And The Film, I Don't Think Being A Lesbian Author Held Me Back At All.

If I Was Made Of Cake I'd Eat Myself Before Somebody Else Could.