The Cancer In Me Became An Awareness

The Clitoris Is Pure In Purpose. It Is The Only Organ In The Body Designed Purely For Pleasure.

But My Body Was Telling Its Story. I Have Read A Lot Of Stuff About Cancer. I Needed This Book. I Wish I'd Had This Book When I Had Cancer. I Wanted Someone To Be Talking To Me About "fart Floors." I Wanted Somebody Telling Me What It Was Like To Have A Colostomy Bag. I Felt So Alone. And If You're A Person Who's Been Traumatized By Past Abuse, It's So Potentially Re-traumatizing. You Slip Right Into "oh My God, This Is The Only Person This Has Happened To Before" Mentality: "i'm Especially Bad And I Have Especially Bad Cancer..."

I Think The Human Species Is Very Suicidal.

I Finally Know The Difference Between Pleasing And Loving, Obeying And Respecting. It Has Taken Me So Many Years To Be Okay With Being Different, And With Being This Alive, This Intense.

I Can Only Describe It As: The Whole Experience Was Imprinted On My Body. And When I Started To Write It, It Just Came From Such A Very, In The Body Of The Worldvery Physical... It Just Came From My Body. I Don't Know How To Explain It Better Than That. I Guess My Head Was Transmitting It. It Was A Very, Very Physical Experience Writing This Book.