I Never Met A Man Who Wasn't

Could Women's Liberation Ever Be A Revolutionary Movement, Not Rhetorically But On The Ground?

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.

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.

Undernourished, Intelligence Becomes Like The Bloated Belly Of A Starving Child: Swollen, Filled With Nothing The Body Can Use.

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.