Moving back to the capital, a miracle happened: two women I’d become friends with decided to stay the night, on different days, the same weekend. I got back together with one of the women but things weren’t the same. There was a line in your letter that gave me pause: “I felt safe.” I get the impression your life didn’t – doesn’t – feel safe? She was struck by how “your best memory was of something exciting but empty, not of building something in your life you can value”. I also wonder whether you aren’t blaming your penis for everything that has gone wrong in your life.

Source: The Guardian March 03, 2018 09:00 UTC