Partly I Resented Being Perceived

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

If It Weren't For The Unconventionality Of My Desires, My Mind Might Never Have Been Forced To Reckon With My Body.

I Started To Get Bored With That Stuff About Only Drawing Men And I've Taken It Out Of The Slideshow.

When I Was Growing Up In The 1960s, There Was Starting To Be More Books Geared Towards Young Adults.