Books
I opened my eye. It was not confronted by pussy. That onslaught only happened in Tío Miguel’s room. If Abuelito was hogging the bathroom, the only other toilet you could use was Miguel’s, and to earn relief you had to journey through the labyrinth of pornography that filled his bedroom.
Even on his toilet, Miguel treated you to muff. On the door across from his commode hung a life-size poster of a lady in a see-through blouse splaying herself, Georgia O'Keefing you as things shot out of your own flower. I minded all the pussy but, at the same time, part of me welcomed it.
Myriam Gurba, “Georges Bataille, Look Into My Eye”
"Behind every crazy woman is a man sitting very quietly, saying 'What? I'm not doing anything.'"
Problems, Jade Sharma
"I feared her gaze—she made people feel like the only ones in the room. I wanted to feel fractional."
–Chelsea Hodson, Pity the Animal
“One doesn’t become a witch to run around being harmful, or to run around being helpful either, a district visitor on a broomstick. It’s to escape all that - to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to by others.”
Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
"On the other hand, if they must make a statement--an argument for more casual depictions of smart interesting women; a refusal to represent smart women in a way that marks them out as supposed “exceptions” to women universally; a call for more written records of conversations between women that capture everything that’s unique to them, and everything that’s not--those are statement I’m happy for us to make."
-Dayna Tortorici, No Regrets