One arrives at a recognition that one needs to be distracted.

What happens when a female writer invokes a female muse? Does something else happen? With Sappho's figures of desire, we have a different lesbian energy.

Writing a poem is unwriting a knot, like untying a shoelace that is clubbing your foot.

I also wanted to be like my brothers, physically, and yet not physically. So I would constantly - and I think nowadays it's taken for granted that this is what girlfriends do - I would constantly wear their shorts, put on their shirts. That did not seem odd because we were desperately poor for quite a while. It wasn't as if pretty little girlie things were available to me.

Once you stop talking about the female body empowering itself vis-à-vis male forays or invasions or male demands or the necessity to respond to husband and son to bring the issue down to a more concrete level, the body is a different manifestation physically.

As I grew older - and even when I was younger - it had puzzled me why I continued and continue to be heterosexual.

The things that I dislike passionately, I have come to realize, are also part of me.