To Be A Rebel Is Not To

Prostitution Is Really The Only Crime In The Penal Law Where Two People Are Doing A Thing Mutually Agreed Upon And Yet Only One, The Female Partner, Is Subject To Arrest.

During Depression The World Disappears. Language Itself. One Has Nothing To Say. Nothing. No Small Talk, No Anecdotes. Nothing Can Be Risked On The Board Of Talk. Because The Inner Voice Is So Urgent In Its Own Discourse: How Shall I Live? How Shall I Manage The Future? Why Should I Go On?

In Many Patriarchies, Language, As Well As Cultural Tradition, Reserve The Human Condition For The Male. With The Indo-european Languages This Is A Nearly Inescapable Habit Of Mind, For Despite All The Customary Pretense That 'man' And 'humanity' Are Terms Which Apply Equally To Both Sexes, The Fact Is Hardly Obscured That In Practice, General Application Favors The Male Far More Often Than The Female As Referent, Or Even Sole Referent, For Such Designations.

Mother Had Committed Me For Life. This Is Where I Felt Betrayed The Most.

The Worst Part About Prostitution Is That You're Obliged Not To Sell Sex Only, But Your Humanity. That's The Worst Part Of It: That What You're Selling Is Your Human Dignity. Not Really So Much In Bed, But In Accepting The Agreement - In Becoming A Bought Person.