The experience of the human, male or female, cannot be completely defined by one startling, surprising, or gigantic life experience.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What an extraordinary thing it can be, love, how it will not defined by gender, by sexuality, by race, by religion, by anything. It's something else. It's something other.
I believe in the limitlessness of humans. We're capable of incredible things. At times, that realization is frightening.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
Although the detail of our sexual energies and their objects and objectives vastly vary, the existence of our sexuality itself is an undeniable truth.
For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.
Sometimes you recognize that there is a category of human experience that has not been identified but everyone knows about it. That is when I find a term to describe it.
I'm not one aspect of the human experience - none of us is.
I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore.
A human being is a single being. Unique and unrepeatable.
There is no aspect of our experience not molded in some way by metaphor's almost imperceptible touch.