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Men Love You More If They Can Be Made A Little Uncertain About Owning You.

People Had A Habit Of Looking At Me As If I Were Some Kind Of Mirror Instead Of A Person. They Didn't See Me, They Saw Their Own Lewd Thoughts, Then They White-masked Themselves By Calling Me The Lewd One.

I Had To Use My Wits Or Else I'd Have Been Sunk - And Nothings Going To Sink Me. Everyone Was Always Pulling At Me, Tugging At Me, As If They Wanted A Piece Of Me. It Was Always, 'do This, Do That,' And Not Just On The Job But Off, Too. God, I've Tried To Stay Intact, Whole.

I Always Felt I Was A Nobody, And The Only Way For Me To Be Somebody Was To Be - Well, Somebody Else. Which Is Probably Why I Wanted To Act.

Do Not Worry, And Worry.