We Have Not Yet Made Violence Against

I Think We Have Made Progress. There's No Doubt About It, We Have Moved Forward. But There's Some Essential, Core Thing That Has Not Been Deconstructed. And I'm Telling You, It's Connected To The Body. I Know It Is.

To Love Women, To Love Our Vaginas, To Know Them And Touch Them And Be Familiar With Who We Are And What We Need. To Satisfy Ourselves, To Teach Our Lovers To Satisfy Us, To Be Present In Our Vaginas, To Speak Of Them Out Loud, To Speak Of Their Hunger And Pain And Loneliness And Humor, To Make Them Visible So They Cannot Be Ravaged In The Dark Without Great Consequence, So That Our Center, Our Point, Our Motor, Our Dream, Is No Longer Detached, Mutilated, Numb, Broken, Invisible, Or Ashamed.

I Came Out Of The Nine-hour Surgery And I Had Tubes In Every Direction, And Those Nurses At The Mayo Clinic, I Could Cry For Four Days At The Kindness Of Those Nurses. The Care, The Detail Of The Care, The Attention That Just Never Wavered, Never Complained. The Love.

I Think All My Work's Been About How Do Women Get Back Into Our Bodies; How Do Men Get Back. We're All Disassociated.

Look, You Do Everything In Stages, Right? I Don't Think Everything Happens At Once. There Are So Many Layers We Are Constantly Chipping Away At, Down And Down And Down, Closer And Closer To What Would Be The Body. I Think What Happened With Cancer, Was That I Woke Up Out Of Nine Hours Of Surgery And I Was Body. I Was Just Body.