Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.
There are no taboos in bed, and there shouldn't be any taboos in bed.
It's interesting to fantasize having a man sink his teeth into your neck for sustenance, knowing that it isn't going to be terribly painful but rather very exciting.
What helped me most were my failures and slumps - when I couldn't get work, people weren't interested in me or had written me off.
Revelations come when you're in the thick of it, pitting yourself up against something larger than yourself.
You start acting in spite of your neuroses, not because of them.
