Monroe, The Consummate Sexual Doll, Is Empowered

Heterosexual Intercourse Is The Pure, Formalized Expression Of Contempt For Women's Bodies.

I Dream That Love Without Tyranny Is Possible

In My Own Life, I Don't Have Intercourse. That Is My Choice.

Writing Is Alchemy. Dross Becomes Gold. Experience Is Transformed. Pain Is Changed. Suffering May Become Song. The Ordinary Or Horrible Is Pushed By The Will Of The Writer Into Grace Or Redemption, A Prophetic Wail, A Screed For Justice, An Elegy Of Sadness Or Sorrow. ... There Is Always A Tension Between Experience And The Thing That Finally Carries It Forward, Bears Its Weight, Holds It In. Without That Tension, One Might As Well Write A Shopping List.

So You Go Away From Where You Were Afraid. Some Stay; Some Go; It's A Big Difference, Leaving The Humiliations Of Childhood, The Morbid Fear. We Didn't Have Much To Say To Each Other, The Ones That Left And The Ones That Stayed. Children Get Shamed By Fear But You Can't Tell The Adults That; They Don't Care. They Make Children Into Dead Things Like They Are. If There's Something Left Alive In You, You Run. You Run From The Poor Little Child On Her Knees; Fear Burned The Skin Off All Right; She's Still On Her Knees, Dead And Raw And Tender.