She doesn't want to go on and on, say the same old thing. But...She can't live with, or live up to, how she affects everybody.
She is this beautiful girl...And nothing happens. Nothing happens see. She simply feels this lump, hump humping on her...Studied cracks in the ceiling.
And everybody thought she had to be great in bed, being so beautiful. Being so beautiful, she had to love every second, and want to be humped all day, right?
What is she? A freak?
He tells her he is not qualified, he is not a psychiatrist, but he wouldn't say she was a freak at all.
Well, anybody who wanted to lay her always said that, she says. But as it happened, her psychiatrist said she wasn't a freak either. Her psychiatrist told her she'd be amazed about how many times he'd heard this. About ceilings. Patterns, cracks and water stains on ceilings. Almost like Rorschach testing. Her psychiatrist thought of doing research along these lines. Surprising how many times Cuba figured. Phallic, of course, her psychiatrist said.
Is she normal, she'd asked her psychiatrist.
She wasn't alone, her psychiatrist had replied. Yes, but was she normal, she wanted to know.
What was normal, he'd asked? She wasn't abnormal, he'd said.
She wasn't satisfied with the reply. Sex did not satisfy her--nor did her psychiatrist's reply.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
