"And when we’d fuck I’d climb on top of him and ride the art of his cock as hard as I could, wishing I was his guitar and not some fucked up damaged girl so that his fingers would strum me to death, strum me clean, strum me calm, strum me into a woman he’d write a song for."
—Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
I like her 2016 TED Talk too.