I Was Supposed To Be Women's Lib,

Let Us Stop Being Afraid. Of Our Own Thoughts, Our Own Minds. Of Madness, Our Own Or Others'. Stop Being Afraid Of The Mind Itself, Its Astonishing Functions And Fandangos, Its Complications And Simplifications, The Wonderful Operation Of Its Machinery--more Wonderful Because It Is Not Machinery At All Or Predictable.

We Are Women. We Are A Subject People Who Have Inherited An Alien Culture.

Prostitution Is Really The Only Crime In The Penal Law Where Two People Are Doing A Thing Mutually Agreed Upon And Yet Only One, The Female Partner, Is Subject To Arrest.

In Sex One Wants Or Does Not Want. And The Grief, The Sorrow Of Life Is That One Cannot Make Or Coerce Or Persuade The Wanting, Cannot Command It, Cannot Request It By Mail Order Or Finagle It Through Bureaucratic Channels.

There Are Only Moments. Live In This One. The Happiness Of These Days.