The Compelled Mother Loves Her

The Real Theater Of The Sex War Is The Domestic Hearth.

When I Was A Young Hippy, I Thought Marching Naked Would Be A Strong Protest, But I Don't Think It Would Be As Effective Now.

As Angelo Discovered In Measure For Measure, Nothing Corrupts Like Virtue.

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.

Is It Too Much To Ask That Women Be Spared The Daily Struggle For Superhuman Beauty In Order To Offer It To The Caresses Of A Subhumanly Ugly Mate?