“All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs. Better a maudlin drunk than a sterile one. My pimples are more like small boils; I have the plague. My lip is… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
“Writing to you is like some embarrassing remake of Waiting For Godot. Why don't you jerk off on paper in my direction, as I've… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
“If only I could cry. I am beyond that. The light, the light, lending itself to empty downtown Saturday, but still the stupid insensate… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
“As soon as whatever provisional well of confidence dries up, I will feel like a frightened motherless child. And I will—what? Lessee, I'll beg… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
“All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs. Better a maudlin drunk than a… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
“That was the next-to-last time I felt any desire. And he was pale and tall (how disgusting tall men are, such a waste of… — Maryse Holder Copy Share Image
