It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

Homosexuality was invented by a straight world dealing with its own bisexuality. But finding this difficult, and preferring not toadmit it, it invented a pariah state, a leper colony for the incorrigible whose very existence, when tolerated openly, was admonition to all. We queers keep everyone straight as whores keep matrons virtuous.

What is the future of the woman's movement How in the hell do I know I don't run it.

Everybody believes in psychiatry it's supposed to be for our own good. Let psychiatry prove that anybody has an illness, and I'd concede, but there is no physical proof.

To love is simply to allow another to be, live, grow, expand, become. An appreciation that demands and expects nothing in return.

We are women. We are a subject people who have inherited an alien culture.

I was supposed to be women's lib, and now I'd exceeded it and gone over into international politics.