Elephant

'The elephant in the room was your stupidity', W. says after our presentation. 'Actually, you were the elephant in the room. My God, you're fatter than ever'.

Sometimes he feels like Fay Wray clutched in the hand of King Kong. He wants to scream and scream. – 'You're monstrous!' Sometimes, though he's amused by my size: he feels like John Waters to my Divine, and wants to make me eat dog shit like in Pink Flamingoes.