| Four Women I thought I hated you; deep within, loathing flooded my core. I thought I hated you. But then, I didn't really know you. You're dead and I'm sorry. I think you're helping me to Understand Women. When I think of her shiny, tan skin and perfectly formed lips, I go weak because you showed me not all Women are empty. Some of them have real Feeling and Thought and Voice and when these Women kiss your shoulder, it surprises you with the thought that perhaps everything isn't as you supposed it. Maybe Women are something deep and complex and cynical and silent and fascinating. Maybe they're not all Just Alike if they can write like that. I've always been disgusted at how beautiful, passionate, pure men could be fooled into loving women, and giving them children and letting them suck passion from every bone and eradicate their Greatness. I never could forgive women for doing that. These women were not the fire and intenisity these Great Men needed. And these Men loved their smoke and triviality. But somehow Four Women escaped our shallow hell and changed my mind. |