We are at war with men, and most women don’t even know it.
The person whose face is between your legs is gonna get lockjaw.
The media only wants to get the view of the flaming radicals because they make better copy than those of us who are more sensible. I’m a feminist and I think I’ve done a lot of good.
When I do documentaries, my best information ends up on the cutting-room floor. People have trouble dealing with sexual honesty.
A monogamous marriage and family is what some women want – but not all of us. We are mostly doing serial monogamy anyway.
Men are hung up on breasts. They’re looking at the titty dinner. It’s pathetic.
I consider the 70s to be the youth of old age. So all you women out there who are afraid of getting older, just keep your orgasms in place, eat a lot of vegetables, take exercise, and you’ll be fine.
I consider myself a lesbian, but I’m a bisexual lesbian.
The first thing the male establishment wants to control is uterus and birth. You might call it womb envy. But even worse is the fact we are still using the male model of sexual response for women.
The women working at abortion clinics are really on the front lines and the true heroes of feminism.
I had very little support from any feminist organization. But fortunately my post-marital lover, who had bailed out of academia over political in-fighting, was a one-man support team. He was the one who pushed me to write.
Although my Dad was a talented calligrapher and both of my younger brothers were successful, I was the first one in my family to graduate from high school.
It was easy to leave the art world after I found out that it was just another corporation. When they told me I had to create the same thing, I rebelled.
If you tell a child “Don’t touch yourself there,” they will deal with some kind of sexual problem from then on, to one degree or other.
The galleries are simply corporations in the art world – “Here’s a million dollars for this latest piece of crap” – but I’m not about to go along with the gallery system.
Art is all about becoming a name, a brand; it isn’t based on talent or creativity.
I’m fully aware had I stayed with my art, I would be well known, respected and most likely rich.
Women don’t run around saying, “Oh, I took a Bodysex workshop, and I had so much fun, and Betty Dodson taught us how to blah blah.” They come, they go, and I rarely hear from them again.
The powers that be understand that sexual freedom or liberation with any kind of joy means they are losing control.
It’s just blind luck when a woman is born into a wealthy family and attends the best colleges and joins top sororities.