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It was interesting, all of it, but deep within myself I turned away. In the sixth year I began to repeat ‘Our connection is erotic’ with monotonous regularity, and always now with a kind of dull anger in my voice. I meant, of course, I wasn’t making erotic connection. Our disputes had begun to wear…

‘You manipulated me. You held back information. Decided on your own it was more important we have a good time than that I know everything there was to know. The situation was more important to you than I was.’

‘That’s not true,’ he said.

But it was true. For Joe, the situation was always more…

We flew down to the Caribbean on a Tuesday afternoon. That night we ate dinner on a terrace that hung out over a blue-green bay and made love in a whitewashed room with the night air coming through open shutters, soft and sweet. Bliss. Tuesday night bliss. Wednesday all day bliss. Thursday also bli…

Imagine. I was living entirely in the moment, with no formal assurance beyond tomorrow morning’s telephone call, and I found myself interested; not sad tearful frightened or resentful, only interested. Here, I reasoned, is a circumstance where you clearly cannot make terms. The truth is, one never …

We occupied a universe composed of one room in one season: my bedroom on weekday afternoons. As time went on, we occupied this universe more and more fully. Hunger multiplied on hunger, desire on desire. We couldn’t get enough. Because we didn’t get enough. I was always wanting more. ‘Not more,’ a …