Because Love Has Been So

In Modern Consumer Society, The Attack On Mother-child Eroticism Took Its Total Form; Breastfeeding Was Proscribed And The Breasts Reserved For The Husband's Fetishistic Delectation. At The Same Time, Babies Were Segregated, Put Into Cold Beds Alone And Not Picked Up If They Cried.

The Struggle Which Is Not Joyous Is The Wrong Struggle. The Joy Of The Struggle Is Not Hedonism And Hilarity, But The Sense Of Purpose, Achievement And Dignity.

The Pain Of Sexual Frustration, Of Repressed Tenderness, Of Denied Curiosity, Of Isolation In The Ego, Of Greed, Suppressed Rebellion, Of Hatred Poisoning All Love And Generosity, Permeates Our Sexuality. What We Love We Destroy.

The Surest Guide To The Correctness Of The Path That Women Take Is Joy In The Struggle. Revolution Is The Festival Of The Oppressed.

Many A Housewife Staring At The Back Of Her Husband's Newspaper, Or Listening To His Breathing In Bed Is Lonelier Than Any Spinster In A Rented Room.