Now, see there. Just because I'm wearing my Super-Dike sweatshirt, you think I'm a lesbian. I guess if I were wearing a string of pearls, you'd think I was an oyster.

The question arises whether all lawyers are the same. This is like asking whether everything that gets into a sewer is garbage.

I never stop to wonder why I'm not like other people. They mystery to me is why more people aren't like me.

If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.

Oppressed people are frequendy very oppressive when first liberated. And why wouldn't they be? They know best two positions. Somebody's foot on their neck or their foot on somebody's neck.

Here I am a woman attorney being told I can't practice law in slacks by a judge dressed in drag.

I'm just a loud-mouthed middle-aged colored lady with a fused spine and three feet of intestines missing and a lot of people think I'm crazy. Maybe you do too, but I never stop to wonder why I'm not like other people. The mystery to me is why more people aren't like me.