After all these years I still have guilt over sexual desire. Is this guilt religious or societal conditioning, or was it placed within me, part of my design? Is my shyness or embarrassment about it just part of my makeup, or a byproduct of not being able to grab
my fair portion of the world? Is it a boyishness that keeps one a boy, unable to grab a share of “the good, the bad, and the ugly” from what the world offers as the dues of living. Before I go, it would be nice to dig beneath the layers and have an answer to this question.