I fell asleep after reading more of Story of O , and then I had a dream where I slapped T., with my fingernails sharpened into points like little carnivorous teeth. I could feel them digging into his cheek between the whisker hairs. I woke up immediately, with a feeling of yearning. It was 5:30 AM. Damn jet lag. T. once told me, in a cafe, "You can do whatever you want to me." I told him, "You'll regret it." The wikipedia article on Story of O shows a few of the intricacies and intrigues surrounding... read more
