Touch Is The Meaning Of Being Human.

Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I Good? Am I Worthwhile? Is There Enough Of Me?" No, It Burns And It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "what Does The Moon Think Of Me? How Does Mars Feel About Me Today?" No It Burns, It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I As Big As Other Suns In Other Galaxies?" No, It Burns, It Shines.

Standards Of Beauty Describe In Precise Terms The Relationship That An Individual Will Have To Her Own Body. They Prescribe Her Mobility, Spontaneity, Posture, Gait, The Uses To Which She Can Use Her Body. They Define Precisely The Dimension Of Her Physical Freedom And Psychological Development, Intellectual Possibility, And Creative Potential Is An Umbilical One.

Romantic Love, In Pornography As In Life, Is The Mythic Celebration Of Female Negation. For A Woman, Love Is Defined As Her Willingness To Submit To Her Own Annihilation.... The Proof Of Love Is That She Is Willing To Be Destroyed By The One Whom She Loves, For His Sake. For The Woman, Love Is Always Self-sacrifice, The Sacrifice Of Identity, Will, And Bodily Integrity, In Order To Fulfill And Redeem The Masculinity Of Her Lover.

The Will To Domination Is A Ravenous Beast. There Are Never Enough Warm Bodies To Satiate Its Monstrous Hunger. Once Alive, This Beast Grows And Grows, Feeding On All The Life Around It, Scouring The Earth To Find New Sources Of Nourishment. This Beast Lives In Each Man Who Battens On Female Servitude.

Only When Manhood Is Dead - And It Will Perish When Ravaged Femininity No Longer Sustains It - Only Then Will We Know What It Is To Be Free.