I rolled over onto my stomach and put one of the pillows between my legs. I was the Rabbi Judah Loew ben Bezalel of that fucking pillow. I was Adam, and the pillow was my rib, or whatever. From that pillow, I could create my dream woman.
her depraved sexuality reveals some of the deepest things i fear about my self - like taking advantage of people - haunting how this dimension of self hatred stretches for (crazy) (women)
