Danger Lurks When People Are Dissociated And

Wouldn't It Be Incredible If Everyone Could Be Purged, Somehow, Of The Projected Not-them Badness That They Internalized And Perhaps Have Acted Out Because Their Souls Have Been So Damaged? Wouldn't It Be Incredible If Everyone Could Find The Joy That Comes With Committing To Our Own Goodness? Perhaps We Would Stop Dividing Ourselves Into Malignancies Of Various Forms.

When I Was Younger I Was Much More Polemical And Didactic, Much Less Trusting. Inherently My Own Vision Of The World Would Weave Its Way Through The Characters. Also, My Concerns Are Changing. What Happens Is You Write A Few Plays And Get Boxed Into Some Idea Of What Your Concerns Are And What You're Supposed To Be Writing About.

I Think We Need To Teach Pleasure. What Beautiful Touch Means. What Reciprocity Means. What Being Connected And What Intimacy Means. Boys Get Out There At A Young Age And The Performance Posturing Is So Great And Ends Up Being Hard And Aggressive.

I Want To Touch You In Real Time Not Find You On Youtube, I Want To Walk Next To You In The Mountains Not Friend You On Facebook.

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.