We spoke some months ago over email and you rather graciously gave me some life advice.
Since we spoke, a few random nights I read a lot about you on your website and I am utterly fascinated by who you are and how you think; I mean this quite sincerely. I love how you speak about subtlety, in particular. I won't lie, I kind of idealize you - its not just sexual... I almost feel jealous of what I perceive as your cultural freedom. Like I'm a bird trapped in a cage.
You may remember the opening of T.S. Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: “LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky, Like a patient etherised upon a table.” I feel like spreading my consciousness across a table, brutally exposing it, both its pride and shame, for someone like you to see.