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.

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

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.

because when you leave, all reason leaves with you.

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

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.

I appreciate myself. That is how I heal.

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.

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.

because when you leave, all reasons leaves with you.

I seek you in the canyon of my solitude.

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.

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?

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

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.

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

During the pandemic, when we were all stuck at home every day, I realized that we, too, were in captivity. And just like Mei Mei, I, too, stopped wanting to have sex. And the only thing that carried me through this dark time was believing that there were other miserable and sexless folks out there who felt the same.” She started hosting Zoom sex workshops, sharing her research, her discoveries. Clips from her workshops went viral, and by the time the pandemic was over, she had helped millions of people around the world want sex again. “What we’ve learned from studying pandas in captivity is that they are, essentially, trapped in paradise. There is too much leisure, too much comfort, too much bamboo. Too much ESPN, if you know what I mean.” Suz nods knowingly. “The males stopped trying and the females no longer rubbed their anal glands over nearby trees like they did in the wild,” the Sex Woman adds, and Suz stops nodding. “All their needs were met. There was no flirtation, no foreplay, no delicate dance, because through captivity, we eliminated almost all of the natural Darwinian factors in panda mating. What we know now, what we all know now, is that we can’t just put two animals in a room and expect them to have sex. We can’t even expect them to want it. So why do we expect this of ourselves?” The Sex Woman, and her colleagues, spent years teaching the pandas how to remember to want it. “We showed them videos of other pandas mating,” the Sex Woman says. “Videos to stimulate them.” “Like panda porn?” Suz asks. “Yes.” “Do pandas actually get turned on when they watch other pandas have sex?” Nat asks. “Of course.” “That’s kind of beautiful,” Suz says and looks at the rest of the group. But Lila is unmoved. “It’s not beautiful,” Lila insists. “It’s porn, Suz.” “Yeah, but panda porn.” “Porn is not suddenly beautiful just because two bears are doing it,” Lila says. “Are there … like … panda storylines?” Marla asks. “Two pandas, one a billiards champion and the other needs to learn,” Nat says.