Why?

Because it feels good;
because it gives me an erection;
because it makes me come;
because I'm sick;
because there was so much sickness;
because I say FUCK THE SICKNESS;
because I like the attention;
because I was alone a lot;
because I was different;
because kids beat me up on the way to school;
because of stories of children hung by their wrists, burned on the stove, scalded in tubs;
because of cowboys and Indians;
because of Houdini;
because of the forts we built and the things we did inside them;
because of what's inside me;
because of my genes;
because of my parents;
because of doctors and nurses;
because I had time to think;
because I felt like I was going to die;
because it makes me feel invincible;
because it makes me feel triumphant;
because my parents said BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE, and this is what I want to be;
because I'm nothing but a big baby and I want to stay that way, and I want a mommy forever, even a mean one, especially a mean one;
because of all the fairy tale witches, and the wicked stepmother, and the stepsisters, and how sexy Cinderella was, smudged with soot, doomed to a life of servitude;
because of Hansel, locked in the witch's cage until he was fat enough to eat;
because of my dreams;
because of the games we played;
because I've got an active imagination;
because of dungeons;
because of motherhood;
because of Amazons;
because of the Goddess;
because of the moon;
because it's in my nature;
because it's against nature;
because it's nasty;
because it's fun;
because it flies in the face of all that's normal (whatever that is);
because I'm not normal;
because my parents loved me even more when I was suffering;
because I was born into a world of suffering;
because I'm attracted to it;
because I'm addicted to it;
because, as somebody once said, HE'S GOT MORE BALLS THAN I DO;
because I'm proud of it;
because I can't climb mountains;
because I'm terrible at sports;
because NO PAIN, NO GAIN;
because SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD;
because YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE.

Πόση δύναμη κρύβεται σε έναν άνθρωπο;
Πόση δύναμη μπορεί να κρύψει ένας άνθρωπος;
Ένας τέλειος οργανισμός πόσες ατέλειες μπορεί να κρύβει;
Ένας τέλειος οργανισμός πόσες ατέλειες μπορεί και φανερώνει;
Πόσο κουράγιο χρειάζεται για να γίνεις αυτό που θέλεις;
Πόσο κουράγιο χρειάζεται για να μετατρέψεις τις ατέλειές σου σε δύναμη;
Ένας κανονικός άνθρωπος πόση αλήθεια μπορεί να αντέξει;
Ένας κανονικός άνθρωπος πώς μπορεί να μετατραπεί σε super-;

Θαυμάζω και ζηλεύω τους ανθρώπους που με κάνουν να σκέφτομαι ότι δεν υπάρχουν όρια. Σε τίποτα. Για κανέναν.