After every bad one
the hope went out for someone
with depth of character
someone sweet,
genuine and caring,
someone interesting to talk to
but still fairly attractive
good looking enough for me to remain faithful.
The trade off from kinky to crazy
was rapidly losing its value.
But wanting a decent person
meant being a decent person
meant becoming a patient person
worth the wait of being happy
with someone who didn’t
shriek, yell, or get drunk and embarrass you in public
Someone who didn’t say cruel things to strangers.
Someone with a sense of virtue that didn’t border self-righteousness.
The truth was I was more into kink
than I was into sex
but the problem was that you couldn’t marry kink.
Couldn’t turn groupies into girlfriends
or hoes into housewives
(as they used to say in my day).
The truth was that she just as crazy as the rest of them.
She just hid it better.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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