No, this seems another person altogether. Sensitive, perceptive, taking in the whole world, holding it for a heartbeat, tasting, savoring, then breathing it back to us in thoughtful prose and elegant photography. I ask myself incredulously: could Mistress Sheena really have written something like this?

"Some say that sex is a way of reaffirming that we are alive. The act of touching and being touched, the intimacy, and the release, are all ways for us to celebrate life and, if we're lucky enough, love with another person. But tonight as I drove down the road and listened to the music and felt the wind and the warmth of the night, I felt alive. Earlier when I walked in the Park and took the photographs, I felt alive. Tonight, when I wrote this story, I felt alive."