...in Every Realm Of Male Expression And

Men Are Distinguished From Women By Their Commitment To Do Violence Rather Than To Be Victimized By It.

Men Are Rapists, Batterers, Plunderers, Killers; These Same Men Are Religious Prophets, Poets, Heroes, Figures Of Romance, Adventure, Accomplishment, Figures Ennobled By Tragedy And Defeat. Men Have Claimed The Earth, Called It 'her'. Men Ruin Her. Men Have Airplanes, Guns, Bombs, Poisonous Gases, Weapons So Perverse And Deadly That They Defy Any Authentically Human Imagination.

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, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species.

In This Society, The Norm Of Masculinity Is Phallic Aggression. Male Sexuality Is, By Definition, Intensely And Rigidly Phallic. A Man's Identity Is Located In His Conception Of Himself As The Possessor Of A Phallus; A Man's Worth Is Located In His Pride In Phallic Identity. The Main Characteristic Of Phallic Identity Is That Worth Is Entirely Contingent On The Possession Of A Phallus. Since Men Have No Other Criteria For Worth, No Other Notion Of Identity, Those Who Do Not Have Phalluses Are Not Recognized As Fully Human.

Freedom Is Not An Abstaction, Nor Is A Little Of It Enough. A Little More Is Not Enough Either. Having Less, Being Less, Empoverished In Freedom And Rights, Women Then Invariably Have Less Self-respect: Less Self-respect Than Any Human Being Needs To Live A Brave And Honest Life.