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	<title>Comments on: 1979 : wolf</title>
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	<description>A former Go-Go girl&#039;s love affair with Times Square. Old school - No clothes, No tassles, No rules</description>
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		<title>By: jshdoff</title>
		<link>http://thedirtygirldiaries.com/the-diary/1979-wolf/#comment-89</link>
		<dc:creator>jshdoff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 02:56:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Juel - 
 
The problem for me has always been, I can recognize obsession when I see it walking down the street, but god-damn if I ain&#039;t always giving it the keys to my house and my heart. Now that my mom is older, I can see that what I thought of as a marraige she was &quot;trapped&quot; in, was a mutual agreement. Being the object of obsession can be very intoxicating. I think, for some of us, when who&#039;ve had nothing or felt invisible, just a little touch of romance is enough. But for those of us who&#039;ve numbed ourselves out, as a method of survival, we can&#039;t even feel that gentle touch -- but the overwhelming, all encompassing experience of obsession- that we can feel. That makes us feel whole, visible. Real. 
 
These days, I&#039;m not giving anyone the keys to my house and my heart is by invitation only. 
 
thanks for writing and for reading 
 
your own, 
 
dirtygirl  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Juel &#8211; </p>
<p>The problem for me has always been, I can recognize obsession when I see it walking down the street, but god-damn if I ain&#039;t always giving it the keys to my house and my heart. Now that my mom is older, I can see that what I thought of as a marraige she was &quot;trapped&quot; in, was a mutual agreement. Being the object of obsession can be very intoxicating. I think, for some of us, when who&#039;ve had nothing or felt invisible, just a little touch of romance is enough. But for those of us who&#039;ve numbed ourselves out, as a method of survival, we can&#039;t even feel that gentle touch &#8212; but the overwhelming, all encompassing experience of obsession- that we can feel. That makes us feel whole, visible. Real. </p>
<p>These days, I&#039;m not giving anyone the keys to my house and my heart is by invitation only. </p>
<p>thanks for writing and for reading </p>
<p>your own, </p>
<p>dirtygirl</p>
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		<title>By: Juel Duke</title>
		<link>http://thedirtygirldiaries.com/the-diary/1979-wolf/#comment-45</link>
		<dc:creator>Juel Duke</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 13:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Romance is flowers, serenades and evidence that you&#039;re important even when you aren&#039;t there.  If you&#039;re given it-hope it lasts.  Passion is dangerous, powerful and tiring if it lasts so long but worth it even then.  Obsession is problematic if it can&#039;t be controlled.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Romance is flowers, serenades and evidence that you&#8217;re important even when you aren&#8217;t there.  If you&#8217;re given it-hope it lasts.  Passion is dangerous, powerful and tiring if it lasts so long but worth it even then.  Obsession is problematic if it can&#8217;t be controlled.</p>
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