Since Cancer, I Feel Like I Have

In The United States, The Last Recorded Clitoridectomy For Curing Masturbation Was Performed In 1948--on A Five Year Old Girl.

The Cancer In Me Became An Awareness Of The Cancer That Is Everywhere. The Cancer Of Cruelty, The Cancer Of Carelessness, The Cancer Of Greed.

I Think It Was A Realization Of This Cancer, An Understanding Of The Broader Implications Of What Cancer Is. The Greed, The Ravaging Of Lands And Seas For Profit, The Taking Of Things That Don't Belong To Us; What We've Done To The Environment In This Fast-paced, Careless Hunger. I Think All Of That Was Happening In My Body.

Anorexia Was My Attempt To Have Control Over My Body And Manipulate My Body And Starve My Body And Shape My Body. It Was Not A Very Good Relationship. It Was The Sort Of Relationship My Father Had To My Body. It Was A Tyrannical, "you'll Do What I Tell You" Relationship.

You Have Visits, Then You Have Disappearances. You Enter, Then You Exit. You Come, You Go. It Would Be So Great If You Could Just Get To Human Enlightenment On A Linear Path.