You know, when I write a book, I’m
the only one who speaks in it. That’s really disturbing, dude. Think
about it. It’s like a person who is sitting there with little dolls
and going, “Hello, Billy, do you want a falafel?” “Yes, I do.” There’s
something really reclusively weird about it.
But I just can’t imagine,
as a man, you can become a human without encountering other humans,
and the only way to encounter a human is by being vulnerable.
Which
I would want to connect back to intimacy.
Well, that’s it. The access
to intimacy is vulnerability.
I think we have a pun here in masculinity
spelled with a “k”: mask-ulinity.
Well, there’s no question about it.