O Circle of Women! (Woman2WomanKentuckiana)

 I learn 'the Ropes,' I learn to dance; gifts from me you need-not, do offend, and my best then would seem to obtain in yes watching I say in-repeat, and then as-if-in-a-situation you all of you need a Quixote to say a poem in a vaunt of prose. I have learned that Quixotes never get lady-fair, as she does not need a dangler to get so-crucified. Little signs that 'you have had enough of me' are skimpy; the Police, however, will violate me for violation of your persona; these Cops are usually as suckers (like I am too) for a chivalry that was in genesis a mere bully-violence, and now as I no longer want more police-beatings, I shall merely sit at the side of your tango girl2girl as in the womansroom when you chat-- in a way that men in mensroom never do-- about love and relations all punctuated by excretions and hand-washing. Now is the day after Yesterday; my lessons are getting inside me slowly, I am a fool and quixotic and so learn this tangodance slowly. I joy overjoy...

 I think it is time for me to break silence, Girls; the Winter Solstice and its sequelae have once again brought me to a shattering in my ideals of what I always thought was genteel, chivalrous. O I love to make sacrificial gifts to Your Kind, WomanKind, yet now I know that the best giving is as little as I am, little in money, little in the kind of 'looks' that attract  => No!!!!! I am not YourType never will-be, nor does my smile go as winsomely to Ye when you as OK this-time might want a sex-that-roughs and I hate that which has ever been my roughness. Over here, in my insular cell of being, I shall aspire NOT to give sacrifice to You, Superiors. I need to cheer as in You, Independents, I can feel Thy refusal of my meagre offerings which embellish the triviality of any thoughts I ever had to be Thy Blood Donor, to vent the red sanguinity of my ache for Ye, into a PlasticBaggedStyrofoamedGreatSea, the Indifferent Ocean where men = minimum, at very least can go into roadli...

  Hail Yes Wholly Holy Queen! Yes I did pass you sometime this week whose shamemine to get on the Cross4U steada Hello-ing; sinning as shunning sidewayseeing notgreeting and His Cross don't Mix and the ChildrenBase of Jesus by InseminatingArt -- not worth His fart nor mine-- needs no other Crucifixion than this Kissless Love, such love as Farts have who LikeMe now give up Gifts as SantaClaws or TitheToTitTickle eventually in any event trick costing every cent of sense since I gave up Smoking and took Up the Wholly Holy Smoke Hello Yo how're Yo in Your Idea notmine of WhadYaWant really unfeely as many whoreprices have made Hard desire the fire to have Pard like me in my penury Hello <there I go again> & to this end watchingU turn the Screw any Screw will do in ways not to love you Screwy as I-DO at faltered altars anywho sorry I missssssst U.