The great mass of women throughout history have been confined to the cultural level of animal life in providing the male with sexual outlet and exercising the animal functions of reproduction and care of the young.
Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard.
I’m slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.
Politics is repetition. It is not change. Change is something beyond what we call politics. Change is the essence politics is supposed to be the means to bring into being.
We’re more sexually repressed than men, having been given a much more strict puritanical code of behavior than men ever have.
It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
Many women do not recognize themselves as discriminated against; no better proof could be found of the totality of their conditioning.
The concept of romantic love affords a means of emotional manipulation which the male is free to exploit, since love is the only circumstance in which the female is (ideologically) pardoned for sexual activity.
Psychiatry causes so much death.
A sexual revolution begins with the emancipation of women, who are the chief victims of patriarchy, and also with the ending of homosexual oppression.