I Have Spent 20 Years

As I See It, Our Revolutionary Task Is To Destroy Phallic Identity In Men And Masochistic Non-identity In Women--that Is, To Destroy The Polar Realities Of Men And Women As We Now Know Them So That This Division Of Human Flesh Into Two Camps--one An Armed Camp And The Other A Concentration Camp--is No Longer Possible. Phallic Identity Is Real And It Must Be Destroyed. Female Masochism Is Real And It Must Be Destroyed.

...in Every Realm Of Male Expression And Action, Violence Is Experienced And Articulated As Love And Freedom.

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.

Seduction Is Often Difficult To Distinguish From Rape. In Seduction, The Rapist Often Bothers To Buy A Bottle Of Wine.

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.