“Tom DeLay made me a nymphomaniac.”
There it was: the truth. I am not a unique snowflake, I am the product of my environment. Politics define our country, culture, heritage, and through these things, whether we like it or not, politics define us.
So here I am. At my therapist’s. My new therapist’s I should say, having fired the last one. Probably not the best introduction, but I was deeply preoccupied with this and had no time for pleasantries with Dr. Ortíz y López.
“You refer to DeLay, the former congressman,” O replied, moving carefully over the words, as though he was still digesting my statement.
“Yes!” I said, flinging my over-sized purse down on a chair and ripping off my sunglasses. “It was him and the former lobbyist Jack Abramoff, and long before them, former U.S. Secretary of State Henry Kissinger — all of them, and more, like a domino effect going back decades, culminating in a high-voltage sex Olympics.” … Continue Reading