The Minute Someone Tells You

When I Wrote 'the Good Body,' I Turned 40 And Suddenly Had This Stomach. It Seemed Like The End Of The World. Because I Didn't Value My Body. I Was Constantly Judging It, But I Also Didn't Live In It.

I'm Feeling A Kind Of Liberty To Write About What's Interesting To Me Without Worrying About What I Should Be Writing About. And That Feels Good.

I Think So Much Of Neoliberalism And Capitalism Has Caused People To Live In A State Of Greed, Fear And Consumption That Is Covering Up So Much Of What We Really Want.

To Love Women, To Love Our Vaginas, To Know Them And Touch Them And Be Familiar With Who We Are And What We Need. To Satisfy Ourselves, To Teach Our Lovers To Satisfy Us, To Be Present In Our Vaginas, To Speak Of Them Out Loud, To Speak Of Their Hunger And Pain And Loneliness And Humor, To Make Them Visible So They Cannot Be Ravaged In The Dark Without Great Consequence, So That Our Center, Our Point, Our Motor, Our Dream, Is No Longer Detached, Mutilated, Numb, Broken, Invisible, Or Ashamed.

I Think For Me, Happiness Is Crucial, But I Think We Think That Happiness Comes From Amassing Goods And Getting Things And Being Loved And Being Successful, When In Fact My Experience Of Happiness Comes When You Give Everything Away, When You Serve People, When You're Watching Something You Do Make Somebody Happy, That's When Happiness Happens.