Is writing pleasurable?
It’s almost beyond the question of pleasure, isn’t it? Is it pleasurable to work out at the gym? It is, and it isn’t, but you have the feeling while you’re doing it that it’s something on the plus side. You’re very absorbed in writing, and you don’t ask yourself if it’s pleasurable or distasteful. Making yourself write can be painful, and wonderful when you do. The will has asserted itself, and you feel good again.
"The past is over. People make believe that it isn’t, and they show you things in museums. But that’s not the past. You won’t find the past in England. Or anywhere else, for that matter."
That kind of thing really pisses me off, though. It’s a feeling I personally have all the time. Like, the only way I can survive in a situation is by clenching my fists to hide my painted nails. I actually find myself doing that sometimes just in case someone would give me a hard time for being gay or feminine — maybe no one would — but someone might. So it pisses me off that I still feel like that at 32. I’m 32, and I still feel meek and apologetic about who I am. In a way, I’m ashamed that I’m not 100 percent there. But I want and need to to be 100 percent there— hopefully for me and other people.
(Source: quikslvr, via certifiedperfumegenius)