Samia: I'm all the trouble you need. Do you know why I invited you here? Ginger: For the Brussels sprouts tartare? Samia: For the long, discreet tabl… - Alison Bechdel

In one way, what I saw in those mirrors was the self trapped inside the self, forever.

But in another way, the self in the mirror was opening out, in an infinite unfurling.

I am the one whose drive is being thwarted.

And I am the one who is thwarting it.

Perhaps I'm being histrionic, trying to displace my actual grief with this imaginary trauma.

Mo: Ginger, how can you think about sex at a time like this? Madmen are about to destroy the earth!
Ginger: Can you think of a better time? I don't know about you, girl, but I want to have a G-spot orgasm before Armageddon hits.