Personal Beauty
Not being a girl, I thought being beautiful was something funny, but not important or especially significant, that had just happened to me. It made me delay the proper development and exercise of my body through late adolescence--but then, when in my twenties, I began to work at jobs of hard labor, I did rather bloom spectacularly. And, coincidentally, while I blossomed physically (and not to mention the prodigious amount of reading that I was doing in French, English and American literature, and other arcana), the all-male sex-steambaths roared into dominance in the cities where I then lived, in Portland (Oregon), Seattle and San Francisco. And, as I say, I had, probably, for me, enough sex; while stepping blindly through the mine-field of AIDS (without contracting the HIV virus). The reason for which is mostly Luck, and partly Attitude.
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