Emotionally, spiritually, I am now more in a dialogue with my Woman, the politics of being woman, and the violence done to this woman by Structures that gag her

all I want is to find my way back to that place in me from which emanates peace. I am barefoot. Nettles abound. It could  take a while. A while, also, to wipe the slime of semen –  what it represents –  from my life. Not with milk. Milk and semen are not equal adversaries. It is to blood – wondrous loose untampered surges – to blood, that I re/turn; to the supremacy of a blood they do not share, a blood that is cleansing, will protect me. It is not war I wish to declare (though I understand that they can’t live without their battles intellectual, economical, sexual, religious… defining themselves through destruction of the Other, their strength gained through y/our subjugation), nor do I hoist the flag. You cannot beat me because I will not fight: your battle. On your terms. I just: want to: (go (home)): wipe from my path all that impedes me from being who it is my destiny to be. Not in relation to you, or any other, but in relation to, and in harmony with, my own divinity.

(from private correspondence with L.L. December 2011)