N a n c y Clutter's Grave

Why do you look at me that way? Do you have a lefty fetish? Because I do. Mock me as you may. I don’t mind. In fact, I like it. I like being humiliated! My purpose is to shock you. Though, I am sorry for whatever lewd gestures I may have made. . . . Please know that I never meant to hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable. In my estimate, nothing is more ravishing than the female shape. But I’m full of paradoxes. I hold views which, according to some, are degrading to women. She displays herself with “an air of modesty.” Not that there’s anything wrong with sensuality. I’m no Christian. It’s just what I find attractive. And I’m inclined to believe my tastes and my interests are more refined and more desirable than those of others. Not one of those people who say, “Oh, I think stuff like that is all subjective, you know?” “It’s just subjective,” they say. And leave it at that. I want to be loved unconditionally. Is it too much to ask! Besides that, I get the impression you’re afraid. How do you think it makes me feel? Curl up fetal frightful or just breakdown and cry! No solace here! Why must you torture me thus!