AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

11 August 2006 4pm

I think you've infected me with something. Before I knew you, I never wanted chocolate. I hated it. it would give me headaches just to smell it, and I personally found it ridiculous and annoying when other people said that it was their favorite thing or that they were "addicted" to it.

And I remember observing how you were consumed by chocolate. You didn't eat a lot of it - you just needed it sometimes. You always had some with you, and whenever anyone else had it, you wanted it, too.

It was only around that time that I started eating chocolate. It wasn't the only thing; I had kept strict standards for myself about what would not pass my lips; and many of those standards began to erode at that time. Onions, butter, ice cream, chicken and beef, alcohol. Some were things I had rejected consciously, others, like chocolate, were substances that had previously been unpalatable.

Now, years later, I share your vice, or pleasure, or whatever it can be called - as pure and sensual a drug as any I have known.