What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat {or stand still}, make you misty, and fly you to the moon {preferably on gossamer wings}, where you would live totally satisfied forever.
( Erica Jong )
[ Fear of Flying ]
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