‘I went through a second adolescence, one in which I became a kind of heat-seeking missile for the exact opposite of what I’d had before: intensity, breaking taboos.‚ I am alone in a hotel room.
I am pacing, barefoot, adjusting my tootight black minidress.
In a few minutes, a man is going to arrive. A very tall, very muscular Italian man covered from head to toe in tattoos.
And we are going to… Well, actually, in that tense, charged, excited-scared-wild moment, my imagination has short-circuited. I know what we’ve discussed, but somehow my brain can’t quite comprehend what is actually about to happen.
We’re going to f**k, that much is certain, but this isn’t really about that, per se.
No. This is no ordinary rendezvous between lovers… This is about…