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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?

Women's Fashion Is A Euphemism For Fashion Created By Men For Women.

Being Female In This World Means Having Been Robbed Of The Potential For Human Choice By Men Who Love To Hate Us. One Does Does Not Make Choices In Freedom. Instead, One Conforms In Body Type And Behavior And Values To Become An Object Of Male Sexual Desire, Which Requires An Abandonment Of A Wide-ranging Capacity For Choice... Men Too Make Choices. When Will They Choose Not To Despise Us?

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.

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.