I Suppose, I Said, It Is One

The British Have Always Made Terrible Parents.

The Woman Who Thinks She Can Choose Femininity, Can Toy With It Like The Social Drinker Toys With Wine - Well, She's Asking For It, Asking To Be Undone, Devoured, Asking To Spend Her Life Perpetrating A New Fraud, Manufacturing A New Fake Identity, Only This Time It's Her Equality That's Fake.

I Was Aware, In Those Early Days Of Motherhood, That My Behaviour Was Strange To The People Who Knew Me Well. It Was As Though I Had Been Brainwashed, Taken Over By A Cult Religion. And Yet This Cult, Motherhood, Was Not A Place Where I Could Actually Live. Like Any Cult, It Demanded A Complete Surrender Of Identity To Belong To It.

It Is Living, Not Thinking, As A Feminist That Has Become The Challenge.

Reality Might Be Described As The Eternal Equipoise Of Positive And Negative.