We who talked so passionately together for hours, days, months, and years were sure to lose interest the moment one of us ceased to be aroused in bed. I knew this was the deeper truth between us, I said it out loud—often—and still it was as if I didn’t know what the words actually meant. Between the flash of insight and the imperative to act lay miles of anxiety to negotiate. “Our connection is erotic,” I announced periodically. “Yes?” Joe replied with interest in his voice. “Neither of us responds to the specific shape or content of the other’s mind or spirit. We engage only through sexual
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