What the FUCK

The personal and collective losses from the aggressive masculine take-over were devastating. Ravaged by chemicals and the stress of oppression on quarter of the women in my hometown developed breast cancer.
The personal and collective losses from the aggressive masculine take-over were devastating. Ravaged by chemicals and the stress of oppression on quarter of the women in my hometown developed breast cancer.
The Guest house This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all
May Sartan’s Poem: The myth as medusa: I saw you once, Medusa; we were alone. I looked you straight in the cold eye, cold. I was not punished, was not turned to stone– How to believe the legends I am