On wings of integrity: Hell hath no fury, like a Maria Burke scorned.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Hell hath no fury, like a Maria Burke scorned.

Feminism. It doesn't mean that you're weak for loving a man or at some point in need of them to help decipher what you really want and need. That's not what Feminism is about. On the contrary
...I adore men.

"There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain." - A.Hepburn.

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for"

Richard Siken