December 1, 2002
I hate bodies. They detract from the soul, from the mind. Yet bodies are the focus of this day and age. Must have perfect body. Must flaunt sexuality. Must watch porn and accept sexual content in all forms of entertainment. He watches porn on my computer. I can tell when he's been at it because the URLs complete themselves, I follow the cookie trail. He gets email invitations to watch people fucking for hours. He can barely last a couple minutes. Almost ten years together. He hasn't touched me in four. It was lousy, anyway. We don't talk about it.