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People tell me that I write humiliating things about my life all the time—well, perhaps that’s because I’m a man of great humility.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve trained myself to know that words and images are not reality—this is reality *.

So that what I say or do or what people say about me does not matter to me—because to have a good reputation is vanity.

This is how I eventually became a wally—though only people who appreciate gay telephones will know what I really mean by that.


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