"Look, it's simple," she said. "There's rubbing and not rubbing; there's whether it feels good or doesn't, and whether it is good or isn't. That's all."
"Now Mitch and I, we've been together 25 years. Lovers? Yeah, you could call us that. And you know we've seen it all. We were so young. At first all we cared about was whether it felt good. We didn't care whether it was good for us. We said, "eat and smoke as much as you want, honey." Well, that was how we showed our love, right? To us, love just meant encouragement—rubbing each other in ways that felt good and not rubbing each other in ways that felt bad."
"I remember one day him saying that overweight wasn't attractive, and I got pissed, like "Hey, don't rub me the wrong way!" We had a fight. I told him he was overweight too and he got all defensive, saying to get out of his face. He said he needed his liberty, and I said I needed mine too and that if he can't say anything nice he should go fuck himself."
"See, back then I didn't think about whether 'nice' meant 'feels good' or 'is good for me.' It was all like Barbie and Ken to me. Good lovers say yes to you no matter what. Bad lovers give you a hard time sometimes."















