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Originally Posted by MarieMarie
I had to look that up, do you mean this one?
“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”
I should get into Sylvia Plath more, I've only read a few of her poems but they mean a lot to me and I think of them very often. I want to recite Daddy for the voice thread once the next rainy day comes around
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Yes, that's the one! (And you should definitely recite Daddy.)
In the past I'd often go for long walks at night anyway despite my fears and I'd
always get propositioned at some point, or followed by some leering man in a pickup truck with a snaggletooth (pretty much always someone who looked like they jumped out of a david lynch film)-- always something.