I Have To Ask You To Resist,

A Commitment To Sexual Equality With Males Is A Commitment To Becoming The Rich Instead Of The Poor, The Rapist Instead Of The Raped, The Murderer Instead Of The Murdered.

We Think That We Live In A Heterosexual Society Because Most Men Are Fixated On Women As Sexual Objects; But, In Fact, We Live Ina Homosexual Society Because All Credible Transactions Of Power, Authority, And Authenticity Take Place Among Men; All Transactions Based On Equity And Individuality Take Place Among Men. Men Are Real; Therefore, All Real Relationship Is Between Men; All Real Communication Is Between Men; All Real Reciprocity Is Between Men; All Real Mutuality Is Between Men.

Men Have Defined The Parameters Of Every Subject. All Feminist Arguments, However Radical In Intent Or Consequence, Are With Or Against Assertions Or Premises Implicit In The Male System, Which Is Made Credible Or Authentic By The Power Of Men To Name.

Romantic Love, In Pornography As In Life, Is The Mythic Celebration Of Female Negation. For A Woman, Love Is Defined As Her Willingness To Submit To Her Own Annihilation.... The Proof Of Love Is That She Is Willing To Be Destroyed By The One Whom She Loves, For His Sake. For The Woman, Love Is Always Self-sacrifice, The Sacrifice Of Identity, Will, And Bodily Integrity, In Order To Fulfill And Redeem The Masculinity Of Her Lover.

Feminist Art Is Not Some Tiny Creek Running Off The Great River Of Real Art. It Is Not Some Crack In An Otherwise Flawless Stone. It Is, Quite Spectacularly I Think, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species. It Is Art Which Will Take The Great Human Themes -love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself -and Render Them Fully Human. It May Also, Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme, One As Great And As Rich As Those Others -should We Call It Joy?