Sexual Passages

Sexual PassagesAh, How I Loved Her. It was an amour fou. Zoom in on Letitia for one moment. Tall, with straight ginger-ale-blonde hair, graceful as an astral projection. Eyes that were, well, Tiffany box blue. In a face so vivid and sensual the glass over her photograph used to sweat. And she was intellectual, witty, eccentric. I first met Letitia at a noncostume party: she wore this big water-heater coil and several brass gaskets on her head. Letitia spoke about Truman Capote. Later she sketche...