“And what is the value of this sexual object to men, since it is they who form her, use her, and give her what value she has? The pioneering male masochist Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, who spent most of his life bullying bewildered women into wearing furs and halfheartedly whipping him, candidly wrote in his diary that “my cruel ideal woman is for me simply the instrument by which I terrorise myself.” The nature of the act does not change the nature of the act: the female is the instrument; the male is the center of sensibility and power. Roland Barthes, with himself as the lover, essentially endorses the same view of the object’s value and purpose: “Enough that, in a flash, I should see the other in the guise of an inert object, like a kind of stuffed doll, for me to shift my desire from this annulled object to my desire itself; it is my desire I desire, and the loved being is no more than its tool.”
Source: Pornography: men possessing women
“Figs are incubators for wasp babies. A female wasp enters the fig, loses her wings, gets trapped, lays her eggs, and dies. The male larvae hatch first.”
Source: Ordinary Love
“In the turmoil of our time, we are being called to a new order of reality. Working toward that consciousness, we suffer, but our suffering opens us to the wounds of the world and the love that can heal. It is our immediate task to relate to the emerging feminine whether she comes to us in dreams, in the loss of those we love, in body disease, or in ecological distress. Each of us in our own way is being Brough face to face with Her challenge.”
Source: Leaving My Father's House: A Journey to Conscious Femininity
“Legends need not concern themselves with something as small as happiness”
Source: The Wicked King
“In the turmoil of our time, we are being called to a new order of reality. Working toward that consciousness, we suffer, but our suffering opens us to the wounds of the world and the love that can heal. It is our immediate task to relate to the emerging feminine whether she comes to us in dreams, in the loss of those we love, in body disease, or in ecological distress. Each of us in our own way is being brought face to face with Her challenge.”
Source: Leaving My Father's House: A Journey to Conscious Femininity
“Conscious femininity...has to do with bringing the wisdom in nature to consciousness. For too long we have taken the instinctual Mother Goddess for granted. In our own bodies, in our Earth, we have assumed she would nourish and protect us. We have wallowed in sentimental images. Over centuries, we have forgotten her, reviled her, raped her. Now we will either integrate her laws into consciousness or we will die. There is an evolutionary process at work on our planet and we can only hope that out of this present death, sanity will come.”
Source: Leaving My Father's House: A Journey to Conscious Femininity
“Acum se uită toți la ea, o evaluează după picioare și țâțe. Abia așteaptă să îmbătrânească odată, să nu mai vrea nimeni să pună mâna pe ea, să nu-i mai deschidă nimeni ușa și să nu-i mai pupe nimeni mâna, să nu-i mai aprindă nimeni țigara - iar dacă se ferește, s-o considere agresivă și s-o taxeze drept feministă, cuvânt injurios, că alea nu vor să fie femei, vor să fie bărbați. Să nu mai trebuiască să stea la locul ei și să-și cunoască lungul nasului, să nu se mai simtă datoare să zâmbească politicos la aluziile porcoase. Să aibă varice și păr pe față, să nu se mai excite nimeni uitându-se la sânii ei căzuți - atunci o să fie liberă și urâtă. Dar tot n-o să fie decât o femeie demnă de dispreț, fiindcă femeile nu au voie să fie urâte, numai bărbații pot să pută, sa-și lase burtă și să umble în maiouri scârboase peste pieptul păros, să râgâie, să se scarpine între picioare și să chelească.”
Source: ca și cum nimic nu s-ar fi întâmplat
“The prospect grows gloomier for misogynists.”
Source: Bygone Badass Broads: 52 Forgotten Women Who Changed the World
“The insistence that manmade women be accepted as women is the institutional expression of the mistaken conviction that women are defective males.”
Source: The Whole Woman
“Of course I never mention it to them anymore - I am too wise - but I keep watch of it all the same.
There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.
Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.
It is always the same shape, only very numerous.
And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don't like it a bit.”
Source: "The Yellow Wall-Paper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman: A Dual-Text Critical Edition