I was asked the other day to share my views on gender equity on a panel. I have nothing to say on the subject of equity that would satisfy the solicitor or be appropriate for the audience to which she would have me speak to; and yet I do say much against the relevancy of the subject. There is no risk in the possibility that my audience is not hers nor even that my audience may not exist in present time. Such is the benefit of publishing an idea, ideas, thoughts that become the cornerstone – and then, the threshold – of my Imagination’s Delight. If they would pleasure no one now then let them penetrate the void and mingle with the stars who are happy and who have ceased their being in Time Understanding. Equity also has no meaning for them.
But if it helps anyone, I am not and never was and yet may become – but not of my own choosing – your token female writer. I am here. I am a creator and my experience on this Earth is of the Feminine. I pray you, artist, person, WOMAN, feminist, stop your dramatic sighing and wishing-wanting. I defy you to tell me you don’t know what I mean or that I am against you. I just told you: I am against you. Would you claim to be for “you”? I hope so but you would not. Otherwise you would not be recruiting other members of your gender to victimize. Nothing is ever done to the soul. Have you understood anything I have said on this Earth or do you only see me as your sister because you see a profile with breasts? I am not your sister. I have one and one only. And my value to you is not that I am a sister but that I am. Anyway, I tell stories and, if gender is relevant, then “female” is probably the gender of the one who speaks. That is all I can pretend to know on the subject of gender, and equity is a silly, hackneyed trope that I will be be content never to discuss. Ever.
Ah, the amorphous You. A Someone. Someone like you. Male? Female? I do not care. Again, on the issue of gender: I suppose I’ve never really believed in my heart of hearts, despite any impulsive behavior, that I am fundamentally confined to one gender in my art. I just don’t buy the mask. It’s not very convincing to me because I wear mine with intention and consciously put on each layer of foundation it deserves. I believe deep down I’m not really male or female. That may be hard for you to wrap your head around, or you may perfectly agree and not even flinch. The New Age is upon us, after all. Do you believe in its hogwash or will you own your own experience and decide for yourself if yogis can levitate? Can you? My point? Hark: The role of the Creator is both male and female. I am the Female-Male. And that is that.
Let me be clear: I do not fight for women’s liberation. I can simply own my previous victimhood and be free of it. That’s all. Since the beginning of the women’s liberation movement, women have been talking about “owning their sexuality,” and I have decided that we know not about what we speak…