Trigger Warning for Pussies (TWP): The following contains
graphic descriptions of adult human sexual behavior from the POV
of a white, Eurocentric male. Next line stolen shamelessly from
Marc Jordan in his song from which this node title is derived.
So I lay down softly on the hills and faraway, and I dream of
Nina by the waves.  This island was too small and too close to
home to hold her. And it was too large and too foreign for me to
find her. She'd been on these walkabouts before, and even though
she was Canadian and not Australian, I knew she'd return
eventually, just like I knew I would never be able to chain her
heart down forever. I missed something dreadfully when she was
gone, and it wasn't really her. It was her trick.  I'd never
seen or even heard of this trick before and it had a hold on me
like a heroin addiction. When I had to go more than a couple of
days without it, I became cranky and tended to drink to excess,
only exacerbating the misanthropy. Knowing that some other man
was with her didn'