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I Can’t Live in the World of Man Anymore

I am lost without the Feminine — and so are we all

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All my life, I’ve been trying to find myself. I have searched so desperately.

I have read Toni Morrison and Virginia Woolf. I have worn long, flowing skirts, and breezy blouses. I have lit sticks of sandalwood incense, burned mugwort, smoked mullein. I have beaten on drums and lit…




We will not be tamed.

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