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23 Crazy Jane:Nothing Personal Most men want to sleep with me. I try not to take it personally. My skin smells like the outdoors to them, crisp and raw. I move like a beast moves—a bear, a deer or an elk, antelope. I try not to take it personally— it has to do with their wives, who smell like the involuntary perfume stuck in the pages of magazines, the kind you don’t want to sit next to on an airplane. They love the fact that I don’t need them, don’t look up when they turn the doorknob and enter, don’t hold them with the two fists of my eyes. Sometimes they mistake me for mother nature, or their own mothers, which they seem to find erotic.They sense I am something they can’t get their hands around, can’t clamp down, and so, to keep desire alive, they desire me.They all look so young to me and afraid, when they take their pants down and the little animal, ever hopeful, attentive, stands on its hind legs. It’s hard to remain untouched when you’ve slept with many men: I can’t, in truth, remember any of them personally. ...

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