arent those beautiful words as loves young star itll
be a change the Lord knows to have an intelligent
person to talk to about yourself not always listening
to him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Tom
the Devils ad then if anything goes wrong in their
business we have to suffer Im sure hes very distinguished
Id like to meet a man like that God not those other
ruck besides hes young those fine young men I could
see down in Margate strand bathingplace from the side
of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God
or something and then plunging into the sea with them
why arent all men like that thered be some consolation
for a woman like that lovely little statue he bought
I could look at him all day long curly head and his
shoulders his finger up for you to listen theres real
beauty and poetry for you I often felt I wanted to
kiss him all over also his lovely young cock there
so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if
nobody was looking as if it was asking you to suck
it so clean and white he looks with his boyish face
I would too in 1/2 a minute even if some of it went
down what its only like gruel or the dew theres no
danger besides hed be so clean compared with those
pigs of men I suppose never dream of washing it from
I years end to the other the most of them only thats
what gives the women the moustaches Im sure itll be
grand if I can only get in with a handsome young poet
at my age Ill throw them the 1st thing in the morning
till I see if the wishcard comes out or Ill try pairing
the lady herself and see if he comes out Ill read
and study all I can find or learn a bit off by heart
if I knew who he likes so he wont think me stupid
if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach
him the other part Ill make him feel all over him till
he half faints under me then hell write about me lover
and mistress publicly too with our 2 photographs in
all the papers when he becomes famous O but then what
am I going to do about him though
no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement
nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like
that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the
ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thats
what you get for not keeping them in their proper place
pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair
before me so barefaced without even asking permission
and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a
shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher
or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar
of course hes right enough in his way to pass the
time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with
what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better
to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose
its because they were so plump and tempting in my
short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself
sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure
they get off a womans body were so round and white
for them always I wished I was one myself for a change