Journal 9/15/1985

She-as womb, maternal returns, pastoral Astarte destroying my heart’s Christianity with one part of the thighs ... Seeing a difference between biological and spiritual horniness. That the real kick has less to do with what happens than with an aesthetic acceptance, my ideals asking for me in the most fundamental way, for me to bury my cock as deep as it will go into them as they beg for me, calling my name. ‘Tis acceptance, folks, life’s umbilicus, and I will nurse again.

-- journal 9/15/85