Chapter Eight
I am petrified. I swagger like a w***e in heat, strut my cunt before him and swear like a woman who’s acting like a man with too much drink in his veins. Inside me, I am queasy as though I have jellyfish in my stomach turning end to end every minute. I suppose this all has to do with giving myself up to his Utopia. I have scorned it with every breath, mocked and teased his values, his people and their short-sighted and very wrong view of human nature. I believe the rituals were instituted by men who needed to control women’s wombs and even more importantly their v*****s. They recognized the wild nature of women’s lust and feared it so, they made them scapegoats for the demise of the old orders. From what I’ve read, those civilizations were none too wholesome and might
