Still trying to work out the kinks, apologies for HTML inclusions.
While in testing mode for transferring of date from old site to new, thought I’d post one of the pieces read at the first Salon. I recall Harry racing home during the intermission to retrieve his journal and read a passage during the second half of the Salon. Here is what he read:
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> treating someonelike a sperm receptacle for weeks
> but i just dontfeel like fucking you anymore
> its just not worthit
> not worth the shityou make me deal with
> and fucking forfuckings sake is fine
> but not with you
> i know you too well
> i know that you aresecretly investing worth into the act
> even as you protestyou arent
> i see behind thoseeyes
> and know that youare playing an awful wating game with me
> waiting for me tocome around
> to snap out of it
> o realize yourworth
> and myworthlessness
> it is beneath you
> to lay beneath me
> acting as afucksicle
> the patient woman
> all suffering
> you really buy intothat role
> im not
> im not going to letyou degrade yourself by submitting to
> my carnal demands
> we both said itmeans nothing
> if it meansnothing, why do it?
> so im not gonnafuck you anymore ive suddenly decided it
> must have meaningsex is sacred
> my temple is closedworship someone else
> leave me the fuckalone
