Friday, 27 January 2012


'We want to be known. We desperately want for someone to look into the dark reccesses of our soul and love us anyway. We want, also, to know. There is a tremendous comfort in realizing that we are part of the same humanity, saddled with the same diseases, the same lusts, the same crosses. To know, and to be known, to be understood, and to understand ourselves in the light of another person. To see the boundaries of subjectivity and know that there is something out there, beyond the self, something more than just a void. Another person. "Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone."'
Melinda Selmys, Sexual Authenticity, p.134.