Then you are a comrade of mine.”

Is everything run by male fantasies?

Up on a pedestal or down on your knees,

It's all a male fantasy;

That you're strong enough to take what they dish out,

Or else too weak to do anything about it.

Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy;

Pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own,

That you can wash your feet and comb your hair

Unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole,

Peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else.

You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman.

You are your own voyeur."

What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight

And hell win the whole think 'fore he enters the ring

There's nobody to batter when your mind is your might

So when you go solo you hold your own hand

And remember that depth is the greatest of heights

And if you know where you stand then you know where to land

And if you fall it won't matter 'cause you'll know that you're right

Letters to Felice

The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer (1990)

Our Blood: Prophecies and Discourses on Sexual Politics

A Room of One's Own

"Aphrodite made me do it"

Though now she sits in ecstasy

And lets it have her way with her.

The angels shadow in the room

Is lightly lifted as if he

Had never terrified her there.

The furniture again returns

To its old simple state. She can

Take comfort from the things she knows

Though in her heart new loving burns

Something she never gave to man

Or god before, and this god grows

Most like a man. she wonders how

To pray at all, what thanks to give

And whole to give them to. "Alone

To all mens eyes I now must go"

She thinks, "And by myself must live

With a strange child that is my own."

So from her ecstasy she moves

And turns to human things at last

(Announcing angels set aside).

It is a human child she loves

Though a god stirs beneath her breast

And great salvations grip her side