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And On That Day, The Day Of Truce, That Day When Not One Woman Is Raped, We Will Begin The Real Practice Of Equality, Because We Can't Begin It Before That Day. Before That Day It Means Nothing, Because It Is Nothing; It Is Not Real; It Is Not True.

No Phallic Hero, No Matter What He Does To Himself Or To Another To Prove His Courage, Ever Matches The Solitary, Existential Courage Of The Woman Who Gives Birth.

One Of The Differences Between Marriage And Prostitution Is That In Marriage You Only Have To Make A Deal With One Man.

Men Love Death. In Everything They Make, They Hollow Out A Central Place For Death, Let Its Rancid Smell Contaminate Every Dimension Of Whatever Still Survives. Men Especially Love Murder. In Art They Celebrate It, And In Life They Commit It. They Embrace Murder As If Life Without It Would Be Devoid Of Passion, Meaning, And Action, As If Murder Were Solace, Stilling Their Sobs As They Mourn The Emptiness And Alienation Of Their Lives.

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.