I had only begun by loving women- & ended by hating their deceit, hating the hate they feed their daughters, hating the self hate they feed themselves. hating the contempt they feed their men as they claim weakness- their secret strength.
For who can be crueler than a woman who is cruel out of her impotence? Who can be meaner than a woman who desires the only room with a view?
Even in Chess she shouts: "Off with their heads!" & the poor king walks one step forward, one step back.
I began by loving women loving myself despite my mother's lesson loving my ten fingers ten toes, my puckered navel my lips that are too thick & my eyes the color of ink.
Because I believed in them, I found gentle men because I loved myself, I was loved.
The End of This Road
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When I left on hiatus a few weeks ago, I had every intention of coming back
after an extended break. I thought there might be a possibility the break
would...
Ironside III: Criminal Minds, Luther
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So, did you watch it? This is part III of a series of *Ironside* posts. Here
is part I and here part II.
I like *Luther*. To my mind, it is one of a ver...
Speculating about the Future of Google+
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Despite a strong initial start, in the universe of social media it’s widely
believed that Google+ will never replace Facebook. That said, I’d like to
get...
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