Dear Principal,

Snatch: To grab and to then pull in. This is the power of life at its best, and it can be a heady rush. For life to pull me in and involve me, however, involves more than physical sex. The brain is where I live. That is why I am so glad that I found you. You are offering me a very strange thing: Kink for the man who thinks. In every man-woman relationship, either in person or at a distance, brain-play is the true play. A man must be captured by the female. He must be snatched. And in my fantasy world, I dream of the shrewd, seductive lady who, by turns, makes a man totally hers. This to me is the deep, dark fact of good sexual feeling. It is not “dignified,” not vanilla. Indeed the rush of life in the form of sex is a seeming addiction. This is a thing which prideful people think is below them. Yet what involves the minds of such “moral” and good people? Their brains are just as snatched as mine. I would argue to you that they are liars, and thus, immoral. They are lying to themselves deeply about what life means and instead have allowed themselves to be captured and snatched by more normal addictions, such as religion and patriotism – or downright mean-hearted sheepism.