I have never encountered anyone who says women don’t have a right to express anger. — I have never encountered anyone who says women don’t have a right to express anger. In the feminist discourse, there are many who conflate the use of the term “angry feminist” with meaning a woman does not have a right to express this particular emotion. …

There is a new phenomenon, it’s time to be scared, men have taken it one step further I can hardly believe they dared. — There is a new phenomenon, it’s time to be scared, men have taken it one step further I can hardly believe they dared. They now fuck us with their eyes, They no longer need the warmth of our thighs. …

Women’s studies. — Women’s studies. I’m unsure what feelings and images those two words conjure deep in your being? For me, it’s the power, strength, and sacredness of the feminine; the creation of balanced and beautiful relationships with men and women; sacred union; conscious birth, mothering, grand-mothering; the menstrual cycle; fertility; study of…

Why are you so angry, so bitter, so jaded, so full of spite, and division? Were you always so quick to lose your cool, or were you… — Why are you so angry, so bitter, so jaded, so full of spite, and division? Were you always so quick to lose your cool, or were you engineered this way? You used to write with eloquence, with passion, warmth, and love. …

For those first few moments I’m not quite sure where I am. I hear a tapping at the window, which awakens my consciousness and brings me… — For those first few moments I’m not quite sure where I am. I hear a tapping at the window, which awakens my consciousness and brings me back to the soft, warm bed I sleep in. It’s a bird, tap, tap tapping on my window. It pulls me swiftly back to…

You think you don’t know, but you do. You’ve always known. You’ve just forgotten. — You think you don’t know, but you do. You’ve always known. You’ve just forgotten. It’s now time to remember. You know that voice inside your head that asks, “Did you lock the door when you left the house?” That’s your intuition. I prefer to call it something else: it’s you…

The anchor to Earth, the ocean of tears, the holding of space. The loving of men, the healing of rifts, the care of the young. — The anchor to Earth, the ocean of tears, the holding of space. The loving of men, the healing of rifts, the care of the young. This is the feminine. This archetype — so nurturing and giving, so soft, so knowing, so welcoming, has been our ally, and is the birthplace…

I am not bound by convention, nor coloured by skin or by tongue. And I will not be told that I cannot be one; with my sisters and… — I am not bound by convention, nor coloured by skin or by tongue. And I will not be told that I cannot be one; with my sisters and brothers the fathers and mothers, the sons and the daughters of She. I am not immune to comments or words; that cut like…

Some women spit venom, twisted words, hating men. — Some women spit venom, twisted words, hating men. Blaming and dissing, and not knowing when. To stop, to look to go deep within. To ask oneself, is it really him? The finger is pointed, the anger is deep. Play the victim, kill the patriarchy, equal rights, sounds so grim. But…