Heterosexual Love,. Is In Sync With Cosmic

The Western Mind Makes Definitions; It Draws Lines.

When I Was A Child, My Father Taught Me To Put Up My Fists Like A Boy And To Be Prepared To Defend Myself At All Times.

Ballet Is The Body Rising. Ballet Is Ceremonial And Hieratic. Its Disdain For The Commonplace Material World Is The Source Of Its Authority And Glamour.

They Do Not Understand The Fragility Of Civilization And The Constant Nearness Of Savage Nature.

Feminism Has Become A Catch-all Vegetable Drawer Where Bunches Of Clingy Sob Sisters Can Store Their Moldy Neuroses.