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Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different...i Claimed Myself And Remade My Life. Only When I Knew I Belonged To Myself Completely Did I Become Capable Of Giving Myself To Another, Of Finding Joy In Desire, Pleasure In Our Love, Power In This Body No One Else Owns.

Everything That Comes To Us Is A Blessing Or A Test. That’s All You Need To Know In This Life…just The Certainty That God’s Got His Eye On You, That He Knows What You Are Made Of, What You Need To Grow On. Why,questioning’s A Sin, It’s Pointless. He Will Show You Your Path In His Own Good Time. And Long As I Remember That, I’m Fine.

I Was Born In 1949, And By The Time I Was 10, I Figured Out That My Hope Chest Was Not Aimed In The Same Direction Everybody Else's Was. And That Life Was Going To Be Very, Very Complicated. And That I Could Either Be Provocative And Declamatory, Or Shy, Retiring And Scared.

Things Come Apart So Easily When They Have Been Held Together With Lies.

There Is A Place Where We Are Always Alone With Our Own Mortality, Where We Must Simply Have Something Greater Than Ourselves To Hold Onto-god Or History Or Politics Or Literature Or A Belief In The Healing Power Of Love, Or Even Righteous Anger.... A Reason To Believe, A Way To Take The World By The Throat And Insist That There Is More To This Life Than We Have Ever Imagined.