while playing pp... drought of sexual energy, which i've actually enjoyed; found myself today yet again a magnet for sexual attention from the strangest places/people (foremost, a woman on 60th st totally chatted me up; she was on her way to Central Park to feed the ducks, wanted to know where the pond was, made sure i understood she used to live in queens but has now promoted herself to 40th st.) i imagine my body as a nothing, a no-thing, suspended in saline solution in a tank kept at skin temperature in some nameless warehouse; would i even CONSIDER hooking my genitals (or corresponding section of spinal column) to some electrode buss? to let desire build up and then zap it away all better at will????? NO FUCKING WAY if you'll pardon the expression.
but i wrote three emails to
---. what's up there? i look up to him at the moment; he seems so
together, so capable of expressing himself that the]