Letters from the Inside, Ira Einhorn, #8

Hi Kelly,

I can't imagine letting anyone ese read private letters. I'm old school and almost English that way. So be assured a name not mine on the envelope has nothing, Nicht, de rien, etc to do with anyone reading your letters.
[Ed.: I asked him why everytime he writes the return address is in his handwriting but it is a different prisoner's name and ID number. He still won't explain and it is so shady and frustrating.]

Books: people send me books from all over the world. As people I get to know, know how much I read. We do have a library here and the librarian orders lots of books that I ask for. I read omnivorously, daily.

I hungered during my life for books as strongly as I hungered for the body of the other in my case strictly women.

Annika & I cared for each other and took care of each other daily for 14 years at a level that amazed my lawyers.

I loved her unreservedly and our physical intimacy was constant as love and sex combined so well I could not tell the difference and in her case it didn't matter.

After 1000s of women total: focus on one.

Physically 2 or 3 of her (clones) would have suited as I can make love happily 2 or 3 times a day.

Few women are like that: around peak, yes. The rest of the month--take it or leave it.

So as she made each dinner a feast (much cooking, flowers on the table, candles) I made each bedroom loving a ritual occasion that lasted hours but for the rest of the time it was teenage love on the terrace, quick feels in the kitchen or after dinner sex with tea.

It worked. I adored her. She supported me 100%. We survivied years underground, then 4 years of enormous and almost constant media assault.

She learned to do tv interview, etc.

When a court appearance arrived I could do over 50 phone interviews in 2 days.

MADNESS.

But love/sex carried us through.

Peace,
Ira