Lori! Thanks for the CarePackages-- Your Bras and Panties-- As When You Were Mastering Animal Sci at Cal PolyTech, and NOW WOW You@UniversityOfLouisville!!!

I have always bonded-best to women who are smarter than I; You, scientist, becoming-professor, Brain obviously fill that desideratum. When You greet me in the morning as we all at this not-Ivy-LeagueGreatUniversity start our day climbing to some punctus-intellectum, insight, Eureka-Moment in our days inexorably academic, Thy smile and Thy wit to let us do a wee merriment on seeing one another is MARVELOUS, and someday-- without I hope the terriblenesses that usually accompany the Meeting which is the dance of life, just as biological in red claw and tooth but also tamed and cultivating, to imply then the social and the psych (especially the psychosocial definitions that move and shake human action[s]).

Sister, I have loved many, but never really loved a man-- the physics that pertains to man hood I have indeed tried/dabbled/tasted like a snack at a jock fraternity party, only to find the taste bad with the hint of male urine, and BDSM cruelty-games, and the exchange of insults which makes male bonding-- I do virtually feel as certain. Sister, I have loved You, on this other branch, for years, as the Love of My Life, and we can begin again as STRANGERS and STAY STRANGE forever, utterly exiling men for man-memberingships.

The Wombed Ones are better; there are so many pluralities of dimension to this assertion that at-now I shall hold off, era by era, up and down, yes and no, anger and peace, the always-pluralities of passion that so make love, ever-paradoxic, ever complicating simplicity of when She lets hIM enter the grotto, always undeservedly, with demands She must make for his Slavery and for paying child support for Her Illegitimate Children, especially the CoalBlackBabies for my notwhite beige-ness.

I seek a Way that I might someday

LOVE YOU AND I AM COMMITTED TO THIS NEW DANCE, in simplest Ways as well I as social scientist immersed in a BabelConfusionOfTongues even our Helloing there needs me study the dance of meeting here as in a scholar's mien for doing-things. This our interbabling will have WordsTowardFlesh which will spur me toward a SOCIAL LINGUISTIC RESEARCH IN THE MODE OF VESTEHENANALYTIK (beginning with Schleiermacher's Hermeneutic und Kritik now with many complementing but cognate works on understanding as a literary social discipline [like frame analysis, cognitve mapping, schema analysis]). This new tickle just meeting You in Ekstrom Library and never with winks and always Your being timid and my abject terror--

will make for great CHEMISTRY

will ID not?