There Is No Place On Earth, No

Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I Good? Am I Worthwhile? Is There Enough Of Me?" No, It Burns And It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "what Does The Moon Think Of Me? How Does Mars Feel About Me Today?" No It Burns, It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I As Big As Other Suns In Other Galaxies?" No, It Burns, It Shines.

Writing Is Alchemy. Dross Becomes Gold. Experience Is Transformed. Pain Is Changed. Suffering May Become Song. The Ordinary Or Horrible Is Pushed By The Will Of The Writer Into Grace Or Redemption, A Prophetic Wail, A Screed For Justice, An Elegy Of Sadness Or Sorrow. ... There Is Always A Tension Between Experience And The Thing That Finally Carries It Forward, Bears Its Weight, Holds It In. Without That Tension, One Might As Well Write A Shopping List.

Biological Superiority: The World's Most Dangerous And Deadly Idea.

I Have To Ask You To Resist, Not To Comply, To Destroy The Power Men Have Over Women, To Refuse To Accept It, To Abhor It And To Do Whatever Is Necessary Despite Its Cost To You To Change It.

The Utopian Male Concept Which Is The Premise Of Male Pornography Is This--since Manhood Is Established And Confirmed Over And Against The Brutalized Bodies Of Women, Men Need Not Aggress Against Each Other; In Other Words, Women Absorb Male Aggression So That Men Are Safe From It.