Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Bed Times, Car Accidents, and Aunt Patty the Lesbian-(Where the Wild Things Are)

As an adult you read to me like a child. I didn't understand the language. I didn't understand the culture of rebellion: Why on Earth would a young boy run away from a hot meal? Why would he surround himself with monsters? Most importantly why would you always read this to me before we slept together? I do not consider literature--even children's literature--as a proper aphrodisiac, so why this book? Why even this movie?

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