My dearly beloved if I am to die today and never see the sweet face of you I want you to know that I am no great man and am lucky to have such a woman as you.
I am convinced that we become what we do.
We're not meant to be perfect. It took me a long time to learn that.
Sex and intimacy are not the same: You can have sex all your life and never be intimate with a person. There has to be empathy in the relationship. You have to enjoy seeing through their eyes. When you're with them, you're there and not thinking about what you're gonna do tomorrow.
Winning means some kind of approval of the Establishment which means people will more readily accept me, may be less frightened of me and other people who speak out.
I think what's happening in the world - there's nothing more dangerous than a wounded beast, and the patriarchy is wounded.
But the whole point of liberation is that you get out. Restructure your life. Act by yourself.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
I have never observed even the slightest laceration in a woman who used clitoral stimulation as a relaxation method during birth. Clitoral stimulation seems to increase vaginal engorgement as the baby emerges.
I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.
I don't care where I'm from, nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.