One Way Of Reading My

I'm Terrified Of Men These Days. If Someone Asked Me Out Now, I Don't Know What I'd Say, How I'd React. But I Couldn't Go Through With It, Not At All. I Suppose I've Been Terrified Of Them All Along.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.

All That Swinging Sixties. It Didn’t Do Anyone Any Good, Did It? Easy Sex And The Pill. Marriages Were Ruined. I Never Did Approve. I Never Really Enjoyed The Sex.

One Way Of Reading My Life Is That I Have Been In Constant Search For A Father.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.