womanhood

...The fact that it's black transforms it. Has the same effect on women that black stockings have on men.

Men can go to hell! Iâ__ll meet them there.

I__ so drunk,_ I said through the bathroom door, though it wasn__ true. I__ declared it to him in my anxiety to take pressure and responsibility off of myself for what I wanted to do next. I had already decided I at least wanted to kiss him, be held. Yet my desire surprised me. I felt the weight of shame not only on rape now, but on sex too. I was confused by it. I felt unready to hold myself responsible for the decision if I slept with him.

I had stripped naked in front of men. Drunk. In morning__ somber brightness I tried to remember why I had done it. Total exposure had seemed like the only way to be seen more clearly, heard, but now it seemed the opposite: a wild act that would define me.

Like a detective keenly searching for clues, our daughters are solving the mystery of womanhood itself.

Nothing special has happened today; no one can say she was more provoked than usual. It is only that every day one grows a little, every day something is different, so that in the heaping up of days suddenly a thing that was impossible has become possible. This is how a girl becomes a grown woman. Step by step until it is done.

I mean it, it__ another gap in your education. Until you can learn to understand her, you__l get nowhere as a detective. She__ everybody__ conscience, Bob__he universal maiden aunt, cousin or sister. Humanity__ backbone. Throughout history, she__ gone to the stake for you again and again; not with any sense of heroism, but as a matter of principle and because it would never occur to her to do anything else.

Take delight on a woman__ pubic hair for its a signature of maturity and a secretive covenant . . . the hair signifies potent sexual energy and strength hold but also signifies virility of the animalistic tendencies and royal power . . . A woman who rejects narcissism of complete vaginal hair removal gives a signature of strength, virtuously liberated, body acceptance, and more womanhood.

I didn__ know then that young girls were a sort of poison, infectious to the man of age; and that men of age justly take woman of age to cure themselves of the diseases of youth.

You were formed inside a borrowed womb__ nourishing safe haven for months__hen delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.

I am the woman at the water__ edge,offering you oranges for the peeling,knife glistening in the sun.This is the scent and tasteof my skin: citon and sweet.Touch me and your life will unfoldbefore you, easily as this skirtbillows then sinks,lapping against my legs, my toesfiltering through the rivers silt.Following the current out to sea,I am the kind of womanwho will come back to hauntyour dreams, move through yourhumid nights the way honeyswirls through a cup of hot tea

He caught his breath, not because of her bedraggled appearance, but rather because of the way she stood, so straight and tall. Courageous.

Women are extraordinary creatures!

Most of our addictions [shopping, food, bad relationships] as women flare up when we feel that we are not loved or sought after.

She is a beauty. She is a challenge. She is the earth. She is the nature.She is the power that keeps the balance of this world. Respect her wisdom and be intimidated by her power.

Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.

A woman in her glory, a woman of beauty, is a woman who is not striving to become beautiful or worthy or enough.

Pity womankind, but never a woman.