“More important, the aim is to show that when polygyny is practiced openly, honestly, and by consent, it can potentially be more advantageous for women.”
Source: We Want for Our Sisters What We Want for Ourselves, Polygyny~Copartnering: A Relationship, Marriage and Family Alternative
“When I noticed these negotiations between husbands and wives, I knew I never wanted to be married. Why marry when all the men in my life--my brother not least--want only relations with bad women, and to end the day with their good wives? Even making love seems like a sham phrase. When Felix had told me, at sixteen, that he lived for that shuddering relief, it had only seemed to me that all men want is to relieve themselves inside their women, good or bad, and that it must be quite like taking a piss, and I most definitely did not want to be pissed in.”
Source: Assembling Alice
“I believed that people who marry voluntarily assume certain mutual obligations that cannot be shirked or ignored.” (Marguerite Harrison)”
Source: Flirting with Danger: The Mysterious Life of Marguerite Harrison, Socialite Spy
“A marriage doesn't mean that the husband will be married to his wife.”
“Escapists have no right to love,
Lovers have no need for escape.
When you change exes like socks,
It's a sickness, not a choice.”
Source: Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
“Either love or don't,
there's no second guessing -
either marry or don't,
there's no contract matrimony.”
Source: Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
“Either marry or don't, there's no contract matrimony.”
Source: Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
“Either love or don't,
there's no second guessing -
either marry or don't,
there's no contract matrimony.
Prenups are for juveniles,
Clauses are for cowards.
To seek escape in commitment,
is an act of con, not love.
Escapists have no right to love,
Lovers have no need for escape.
When you change exes like socks,
It's a sickness, not a choice.”
Source: Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
“Prayer to Our Lady of Waiting Rooms
Let the seats be plentiful and padded.
Let the magazines be recent or let the book
I’ve brought last until we can leave.
Let the TV on its bolted stand be off,
muted, or showing something I can ignore—
weather, gameshows, CNN. Let the room
be mostly empty—no one shouting, sobbing,
asking about my husband’s health.
Let everyone be strangers except
the staff. Let the walls be freshly painted,
soothing to behold. Let my husband
be there for a physical or routine checkup.
Let no one comment on my clothes
or unwashed hair, how I can sit
so calmly while he has staples
or a catheter removed, his lungs or heart
or kidneys tested, an infected wound
debrided. Under no circumstances
let me be called into the back by a nurse
who touches my arm, says I’m sorry but—
Let my husband walk out whistling
before I’ve finished my book, looked
at my watch too many times. Let the news
be good or benign, his next appointment
not for months. When the waiting is over,
let us walk outside feeling better,
or at least no worse, than we did before.”
“Fresh-baked cookies do not make a successful marriage . . . It’s knowing each other, valuing the same things, being what the other person can’t be, making each other better people.”
Source: You're the One that I Want