Everything makes sense til the men show up.
- LeRoi O'Picasso, on Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan quarter.
Isn't that how it usually goes?
That everything makes sense until the men show up.
I remember reading Joanna Russ in mid-teens, baffled,
The Female Man, and they make sense, now,
utopias where male sex is excluded, and the fear
with which men wrote furious dystopias
of societies ruled by women, of societies
without men. Because those men, deep inside,
were insecure, afraid that one day
women would realize they can live
without them, that another world
was possible, and without all the mess
that men bring with them into the world,
into the lives of women.
01.06.2024
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