<p class=”p1″>There are so many chapters of this book that delight me and I come back to: when Betty goes through her celibate priestess phase writing Liberating Masturbation in LA, when she attend the gay men’s bathhouse (a personal fantasy), but one I recall the best and holds several opposing elements at once is when she goes back to Kansas and supports her mother in palliative care in her childhood home and has the scary/hot sexual interaction on a summer night with a stranger. What a fucking story! the pacing of it delights me, I constantly think “you can’t write this shit!” but she DID! and she lived it. Betty you inspire me endlessly. Thank you for your stories and your wisdom.</p>