"in homicides, victims are mutilated for a variety of reasons"

I was working on this whole discussion about how I've always been a tomboy, (and still like to climb trees and stuff), and have always been, in whatever way, interested in that line. But it's not androgyny I'm interested in—I've always professed excess and abstinence, not moderation—it's a sort of, hyper-femininity by contrast. And it's a fine line. And I've never considered myself feminine enough to pull it off. I always wanted to, for instance, shave my legs with a badger brush and a straight razor; wear low-slung slacks and a button down shirt (but with cleavage, not a sports bra; but, then, cleavage isn't my thing, either...). But I've decided to give it a shot. I've decided to buy a pair of geeky /boys/ glasses. (Pictures forthcoming (whenever this past week's stress stops showing in my skin).)

By analogy (though, cheers to you, if you catch it), I've noticed I always run to you when I'm happy, when we're fighting, and when I'm sad, when we're friends. What kind of incentive is that? And everyone I've ever really cared for, I've tried to afford some kind of narrative advantage. Where might that fit in, do you think?