Touch Is The Meaning Of Being Human.

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.

While Gossip Among Women Is Universally Ridiculed As Low And Trivial, Gossip Among Men, Especially If It Is About Women, Is Called Theory, Or Idea, Or Fact.

Genocide Begins, However Improbably, In The Conviction That Classes Of Biological Distinction Indisputably Sanction Social And Political Discrimination.

The Utopian Male Concept Which Is The Premise Of Male Pornography Is This--since Manhood Is Established And Confirmed Over And Against The Brutalized Bodies Of Women, Men Need Not Aggress Against Each Other; In Other Words, Women Absorb Male Aggression So That Men Are Safe From It.

For A Mother The Project Of Raising A Boy Is The Most Fulfilling Project She Can Hope For. She Can Watch Him, As A Child, Play The Games She Was Not Allowed To Play; She Can Invest In Him Her Ideas, Aspirations, Ambitions, And Values - Or Whatever She Has Left Of Them; She Can Watch Her Son, Who Came From Her Flesh And Whose Life Was Sustained By Her Work And Devotion, Embody Her In The World. So While The Project Of Raising A Boy Is Fraught With Ambivalence And Leads Inevitably To Bitterness, It Is The Only Project That Allows A Woman To Be - To Be Through Her Son, To Live Through Her Son.