I return home from my date on a grey Sunday afternoon feeling satisfied. Jim is an intelligent, affectionate man. Sprawling on his sofa this morning to opera, wrapped in each other’s arms, newspaper strewn around us. Coffee and kissing foreheads. The dishwasher is humming in the kitchen. We have loved each other all night. I drift through my inner spaces and think about how much I want a lover and a home.
February 5th, 1978
February 5th, 1978
February 5th, 1978
I return home from my date on a grey Sunday afternoon feeling satisfied. Jim is an intelligent, affectionate man. Sprawling on his sofa this morning to opera, wrapped in each other’s arms, newspaper strewn around us. Coffee and kissing foreheads. The dishwasher is humming in the kitchen. We have loved each other all night. I drift through my inner spaces and think about how much I want a lover and a home.