Alison Malee Quotes

Ah, kindness. What a simple way to tell another struggling soul that there is love to be found in the world.

I found power in accepting the truth of who I am. It may not be a truth that others can accept, but I cannot live any other way. How would it be to live a lie every minute of your life?

Charlie hasn't met many people like this - people who don't male assumptions about you when they discover your brain doesn't work like theirs; people who don't judge you; people who simply stay with you and ask what they can do to help.

daughter, i will name my heart after you. both have been born in the body, both being my dug deep roots. my grace givers. oxygen providers. safe keepers. i would not exist without you.

How could I explain that it was not all playacting? That I felt more of the male spirit within me than the female - a fierceness that whittled me down to a sharpened spear of ambition. And as a boy, I was applauded, not punished, for such raw energy. It was not beaten out of me for my own good, or worn away by women's chores.

because even when I stare at a door with the knowledge that it should remain closed. with the knowledge that it most likely closed for a reason. even then, i am trying to work out the best way to pick the lock everything ends. everything ends. everything ends. but my heart still whispers, does it have to?

The carved images on the early Minoan sealstones are tantalising, inscrutable. The Nature Goddess is yanked from the soil like a snake or a sheaf of barley; the Mistress of the Animals suckles goats and gazelles. There are male Adorants certainly - up on tiptoe, their outstretched arms hoisted in a kind of heil, their bodies arched suggestively, pelvis forward, before the Goddess - but there are no masculine deities, not a single one in sight. No woman worth her salt, one might think, could fail to be intrigued.

today i am going to move and leave nothing behind. which is to say, i am going to unwind like porcelain stars. which is to say, i will be my own miracle. which is to say, this day will be endless. which is to say, i have given up on black and white.

Men impinged upon women without thought; another male right in a world of male rights.

Sometimes I think he is my saving grace, sometimes I hear his name and drown.

I appreciate myself. That is how I heal.

because when you leave, all reason leaves with you.

perhaps, if we are descended from the rib cage of man, man should learn how to take care of his own body. show them what it looks like to be powerful. to know it.

When you write, you bleed a little piece of your soul onto the page and pray your readers will look after it.

For I have swallowed two halves of a whole sky solely to cleanse my reeking bones of their desires.

the world, with its loud microphone and shut tight ears, keeps saying that nothing is broken. but how can that be if the only way to let the light in is to crack the walls a little more?

Perhaps the Queen's prayers, and those of Bernard, had been efficacious, or perhaps Louise had been more attentive in bed, for during 1145--the exact date is not recorded--she bore a daughter, who was named Marie in honour of the Virgin. If the infant was not the male heir to France so desired by the King--the Salic law forbade the succession of females to the throne--her arrival encouraged the royal parents to hope for a son in the future. Relationships between aristocratic parents and children were rarely close. Queens and noblewomen did not nurse their own babies, but handed them over at birth into the care of wet nurses, leaving themselves free to become pregnant again.

Sometimes, sexual violence is a ‘cultural problem’ (but only when this culture is non white). Sometimes, it is a product of male anatomy (but only when this anatomy is assigned to a trans woman or a man of colour). Sexual violence is never the violence of heteropatriarchy or globalising racial capital. Instead, representatives of patriarchy, capitalism and colonialism weaponise the idea of ‘women’s safety’ against marginalised and hyper-exploited groups.

white coats, ties, and stethoscopes, symbols of Western male medical professionalism,

If a male CEO had an affair, it would hardly be news,” Alison said. “It would be glossed over and business would go on as usual. Why should I be different?

Instead of interrogating intersecting systems, politically white feminism roots violence either in aberrant or all male bodies. The mainstream focus on ‘bad men’, and the reactionary focus on male biology, do not account for how capitalist economic predation and misogynist sexual predation go hand in hand. They do not account for how this interplay is racialised, domestically and geopolitically.

I seek you in the canyon of my solitude.

That seems highly unlikely, Lady Helen. Two weak elements do not make a strong whole. We would prefer that you have a male Terrene. I am sure you are most intelligent, but you are still a woman and therefore reliant upon emotion rather than logic, and subject to your sensibilities as are all your sex. You cannot be expected to have the same strength, strategic mind or logic competence as a man. A male Terrene would counter that deficit.

because when you leave, all reasons leaves with you.

i am trying to come to terms with this. wanting does not always mean i haven't found what i am looking for.

now, i bite the neck of anyone who thinks themselves a god