Dear Diary,
You could say that young men are my forbidden fruit. I long for them, I desire them, but I cannot have them. They are everything that I wish to be; pure, young and in their prime. So perhaps subconsciously this makes me want them even more, and when that young man collecting for the Evening Star walked into my life, I could not stop myself. I believe that there is something bigger than us feeble human beings, such as astrology or fate, and fate allured me to this young man, and he was as beautiful as the bough of the myrobalan. He looked like a young prince out of the Arabian Nights and he kissed like one too- so sweet, so soft, so pure. But I feel that I am stronger than before, where I could not resist the temptation of one of my many students. I rejected him, even though my heart raced for him and I longed for him so dearly. I have self control. I do. Because as much as I would love a drink I only have one. And as much as I desire young men I've got to be good and keep my hands of young children. I've got to maintain their purity and their innocence and their childhood. As Holden Caulfield said; "I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff".
Yours Sincerely,
Blanche Dubois
