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In This Society, The Norm Of Masculinity Is Phallic Aggression. Male Sexuality Is, By Definition, Intensely And Rigidly Phallic. A Man's Identity Is Located In His Conception Of Himself As The Possessor Of A Phallus; A Man's Worth Is Located In His Pride In Phallic Identity. The Main Characteristic Of Phallic Identity Is That Worth Is Entirely Contingent On The Possession Of A Phallus. Since Men Have No Other Criteria For Worth, No Other Notion Of Identity, Those Who Do Not Have Phalluses Are Not Recognized As Fully Human.

Biological Superiority: The World's Most Dangerous And Deadly Idea.

[i]n The Male Sexual Lexicon, Which Is The Vocabulary Of Power, Erotica Is Simply High-class Pornography: Better Produced, Better Conceived, Better Executed, Better Packaged, Designed For A Better Class Of Consumer. As With The Call Girl And The Streetwalker, One Is Turned Out Better But Both Are Produced By The Same System Of Sexual Values And Both Perform The Same Sexual Service.

The Genius Of Any Slave System Is Found In The Dynamics Which Isolate Slaves From Each Other, Obscure The Reality Of A Common Condition, And Make United Rebellion Against The Oppressor Inconceivable.

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.