I think of you, of Vietnam, of that

I think of you, of Vietnam, of that magical train ride always. I believe I once wrote you that wholeness might require mystery. Can there be wholeness without mystery? That train ride, our train ride is one of the most whole experiences of my life. I spent the past few nights trying to unlock the night's mystery, your mystery.

If you become a man, I will become a woman...does that mean I will need to sleep with you even if I am tired, have a headache, and am not in the mood? I hope so