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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

31 deadtime

. the upper west side therapist that i'd started seeing a few months back - he was a young guy , only a couple of years of his residency at johns hopkins - would be pleased that the governess had intervened at that moment . creating the bitch had been his prescription to help me internalize the monitoring of my self-centering tendencies .
her roles ? she was my psychological dominatrix . she was the coach who knew thew moves that helped me tame my too-buff sense of entitlement . she was the town crier for the somnolent burg of my superego .
she was helping me get ready to be a wife , and a mother .

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