[b]Erica Jong
Everyone has talent. What’s rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.[/b]
Pitch black for some of us.
I have accepted fear as part of life – specifically the fear of change. I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back…
Let’s not go there, he thought.
It was easy enough to kill yourself in a fit of despair. It was easy enough to play the martyr. It was harder to do nothing. To endure your life. To wait.
A hell of a lot harder for some.
Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
Come on, it’s almost never really that cut and dry.
Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.
Okay, show me.
The ultimate sexist put-down: the prick which lies down on the job. The ultimate weapon in the war between the sexes: the limp prick. The banner of the enemy’s encampment: the prick at half-mast. The symbol of the apocalypse: the atomic warhead prick which self-destructs. That was the basic inequity which could never be righted: not that the male had a wonderful added attraction called a penis, but that the female had a wonderful all-weather cunt. Neither storm nor sleet nor dark of night could faze it. It was always there, always ready. Quite terrifying, when you think about it. No wonder men hated women. No wonder they invented the myth of female inadequacy.
Now that’s what I call a multiple orgasm.