I have no illusions about the women who fall in love with me. I am in the same boat with the man of wealth. He attracts with gold, I with the glamor which surrounds me, much as the torero or champion pugilist or matinée idol fascinates. Women are hero worshippers. I suppose it has a biological reason, and unconscious selection of the finest type – according to their light – as a father.
I would like to be loved for myself: which means I would like to be a highly sexual animal. But would I? We can’t have everything!
I am poor lover, in that I have no time nor desire for sustained interest. I make a grand beginning, then lose out through indifference. The idea means more to me than the actuality….
My ego is gratified by all these easy conquests over the cream of the crop, – many of them I know to be girls not easily persuaded.
I kid myself, and yet I don’t. If anything should give me honest satisfaction, it is the friendship, and regard these women feel for me after all passion is over.
Edward Weston, from the Daybooks of Edward Weston, November 5, 1928