My Sister Said, You're Making It Hard

You May Well Ask How I Expect To Assert My Privacy By Resorting To The Outrageous Publicity Of Being One's Actual Self On Paper. There's A Possibility Of It Working If One Chooses The Terms, To Wit: Outshouting Image-gimmick America Through A Quietly Desperate Search For Self.

The Image Of The Woman As We Know It Is An Image Created By Men And Fashioned To Suit Their Needs.

In Those Days, When You Got Boxed, That Was It. A Lot Of Old People Were There Because Somebody Wanted The Farm. It Was About Property. People Are Treated Like Property.

Homosexuality Was Invented By A Straight World Dealing With Its Own Bisexuality.

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.