I’ve used this book multiple times to TRY and wake peeps up to the truth about the surface and the depth.

And I’ve Failed every single time.

I’m a HUGE fan of Oscar Wilde. I have no opinion on his bedroom activities (or anyone else’s for that matter.)

To me he (Wilde) is the epitome of a tortured (I’ve nothing to declare but my…) genius. That almost indistinguishable line between madness and divinely guided.

This book holds so many “wake-up” moments.

Read it. Or not.

F1RST we have an edu-ma-cated gal. Then a THUG :o)