04-19-07| 4:59 pm

Finally, coming of age. I want to ask, "Do you think of me as young?" grinning, because the idea delights me. I want to ask in between nipping the skin on his chest. It has taken me a long time to get to this place. I want to enjoy all of it.

I am not sinking now. Not standing still. I am climbing. How high? How high can I get? Things are only going to get better. Rediscovering my body, my love, my life. Things that excite me, fascinate me, enrage me.

I told you this is my year.