'i Hate Discussions Of Feminism That End

In A Way It Doesn't Matter Whether You Open Doors Or Close Them, You Still End Up In A Box.

There's Power To: And Everyone Should Have That, But Everyone Doesn't. Power To Play Bach, Or Tennis, Or Boccie If You Like. And There's Power Over; And No One Should Have That, But People Do.

Later, She Would Remember These Years, And Realize With Astonishment That She Had, By Fifteen, Decided On Most Of The Assumptions She Would Carry For The Rest Of Her Life: That People Were Essentially Not Evil, That Perfection Was Death, That Life Was Better Than Order And A Little Chaos Good For The Soul. Most Important, This Life Was All. Unfortunately, She Forgot These Things, And Had To Remember Them The Hard Way.

Desire Consumes You, It Takes You Over. You Forget Yourself Completely. All You Can Think About Is The Other, The One You Desire, Your Self Is Just A Fire.

S And M Is Only The Expression In The Bedroom Of An Oppressive-submissive Relation Which Can Happen Also In The Kitchen Or At The Factory, Can Happen Between People Of Any Gender. There Is Obviously Something Titillating About These Relationships, But It Isn't The Sexual Components That Makes Them Ugly, They're Uglier Elsewhere. Nothing Sexual Is Depraved. Only Cruelty Is Depraved, And That's Another Matter.