The Common Erotic Project Of Destroying Women

In My Own Life, I Don't Have Intercourse. That Is My Choice.

Feminist Art Is Not Some Tiny Creek Running Off The Great River Of Real Art. It Is Not Some Crack In An Otherwise Flawless Stone. It Is, Quite Spectacularly I Think, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species. It Is Art Which Will Take The Great Human Themes -love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself -and Render Them Fully Human. It May Also, Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme, One As Great And As Rich As Those Others -should We Call It Joy?

Men Use The Night To Erase Us.

Every Woman Who Has Had Experience With Sexual Violence Of Any Kind Has Not Just Pain, And Not Just Hurt, But Has Knowledge. Knowledge Of Male Supremacy. Knowledge Of What It Is. Knowledge Of What It Feels Like. And Can Begin To Think Strategically About How To Stop It. We Are Living Under A Reign Of Terror. Now What I Want To Say Is That I Want Us To Stop Accepting That That's Normal. And The Only Way That We Can Stop Accepting That That's Normal Is If We Refuse To Have Amnesia Everyday Of Our Lives.

A Commitment To Sexual Equality With Males Is A Commitment To Becoming The Rich Instead Of The Poor, The Rapist Instead Of The Raped, The Murderer Instead Of The Murdered.