I've just realised...
...that in the inflammatory language of 'The Daily Mail', I am a serial home-wrecker. I have been, albeit very briefly, 'the other woman'. I have also seduced a member of the nearly clergy.
Goddammit, I appear to be brazen hussy.
I also blush my arse off when people say naughtiness and use the phrase 'lady garden'. This suggests i am also a virginial, sweet soul.
Freud would have a field day.
Freud never did know what to make of women, but, then, his mother was quite hot and that's always bound to create mental fuckery.
I think that contradiction - the virgin-hussy - might just be the reason why I bloody love women. Not in a phwoarg way, but in a complex, psychological, feminist type way. We are defined by sex into stereotypes, which we mash into gooey putty. Putty which is sometimes sparkly and bright, and sometimes beige.
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