I closed my eyes... And there was that dirty, insistent thought. I don't know who planted it... but I know I don't want to pull it out.

Not all perversion is where we imagine it. And you, do you confess or hide it? _____________________________________________

In confession, this priest peppered the boys with questions. The more innocent they seemed, the more intimately he questioned them in the darkness of the small confessional. The kneeling boys could not see the priest sitting inside. His low voice came through a small barred window, asking: “Have you ever had sexual fantasies? Have you thought about women? Have you tried to imagine a naked woman? How do you behave in bed at night? Have you ever touched yourself? Have you ever caressed yourself? What do you do in the morning when you get up? Do you have an erection? Have you ever tried to look at the other boys while they are getting dressed? Or in the shower?” (Anaïs Nin)

Between what I show and what I hide, there is what I am. _____________________________________________