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Thats What The Right-wing Is Good At: Figuring Out The Left Wing.

Even A Woman Who Has The Soul Of A Pirate, At Least Pirate Morals, Even A Woman Who Prefer Loneliness To The Bickerings And Constraints Of Heterosexual Marriage, Even Such A Woman Who Is A Freak In Our Society Needs A Home... The Only Characteristic Freaks Share Is Our Knowledge That We Don't Fit In.

We Get On The Bandwagon In All Sorts Of Ways - You Know Minor Ways And Major Ways - Like What You've Just Encountered Which Isn't Censorship Exactly, It Was Something Sort Of Uglier In A Way.

We Come Crawling Through These Cracks, Orphans, Lobotomies; If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything. Whole Rotten World Come Down And Break. Let Me Spread My Legs.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.