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I was working in Alaska, a military airport construction project that was supposed to be top secret. There wouldn’t have been enough time for us to have a baby together. She thought a thin stretch of rubber could come between a human being and death. When it’s cold and clear and dark enough to see the stars really shine, I put on the sweater she gave me, sit on the ground and look up.

“I like to have a relationship established before the sex,” she tells me.She said she thought her dreams had suddenly come true. All I got to do is hug you tight and drink more whiskey. “I want the sweater to smell of you.” “ of me, you mean. Two years later, she got a Mexican divorce and half the rich man’s loot. Out in the parking lot, both of us woozy from low-grade champagne and pre-lunch martinis, Aunt Doris handed me the keys to her convertible. Get used to driving dreamboats for a change.” Last time I hit the hills was with Bronwyn Evans. It was full-on spring but still seriously cold on Black Goat Hill. I’m a drunk old lady and there isn’t a shower for miles, I’ll bet.” “That’s not what I mean.” She sat up and put my new sweater on. Her skin was pale, soft, warm and near, unlike the stars. That’s why they’ve enjoyed pornography, in its various guises, for centuries while women have not. “I think that’s complete bullshit,” says Erika Lust, a multiple award winning 37-year-old pornographer. They gaze longingly at the posters of heartthrobs blue-tacked to their bedroom walls, as teenagers. Their ability to respond is mysteriously switched off.

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