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...

  Sin! See him sin, the sin of men-as-usual; I thankFUL thank Wisdom, here WomanLooksAway for anysuch his braindamaged Urge to Her to pray and that shoulda been; HasBeens had betternot think SheWas Friend; SHE who sellsIT for a job moneycomingin as She, alwayrobbed stobbed in him the HeartHard. Now note he needs hethinks a drink in DryCountyRuleOfLaw, Her maw closed close, HerClothedOtherwise'nUfiendnotfriend everagain not ever w anotherthen to heed Her or a Highness outa sight outa mindbless. Yet here MeSpeaks as Reclusequeer Observing what wonder stings Hard! ObdurateSilence & I uncovered Speak wrongway everyway every day. The wAY a man leaks blood differs Hers less stiff, HerRiver at the MomentNever, HIS=> HeShouldaKnownAllAlong when his song got unpretty when silently SHE DOES NOT COME ANY MORE AND HE TOMFOOL WAITS AT AN UNOPENED DOOR IN STUPID FOREVERMORE. NOW She writes right TheScore; the best Belle tells him the music of NEVERMORE.

There Pleasures on Ear lobes& brainlobes that in a NeverDay SomeDay passing bloodriver YoniSpring from DownThere gushes b'low the wild whitened Jungle in TannerFive alively scaled but Not2BeImpaled ManMember`edly into Perpetuity, as NoMan'sLand BetwixtLegs inputtings HEXED for which  HePeePeeSplinter not e'er me enter. I girl. I grow the girl haphazard hybrid; SheThinksMeSerious; HePeePee thinks rape; my shape belies His FutileTries; NoWayNoWayNoWay Rape 2Day  GetGetGet theH away!!! Happily see me in rings earrings girlthings singing Hallelujah Joe Hovah's fired&flunked He'en's not desired OR ANYMAN'S 'MAGINED JUNK. . . MOTHER MUD! BUT TO BLEED YOU I NEED MONTHLY AND BEAR bossomed BELLE      INDEED BABY as Her birthings bring. . . As queer this year Stranger Things have happened haply BABY UNmenopaused BECAUSE w MomNature RedInTooth&Claw I woman shun my man best I can.  

I imagine! Is there hope for imagination that incarnates from light's absence, shadows, nothingness? My hope now, Women, best be distant; in fear Ye eventually shun me, or perhaps from my utter stupidity in familiar tone You recoil; in the same kind of fear I know that only a glance a careful Hello suffices, not a love reciprocal from You for that meager, near-pathetic worship. I need more distance than intimacy to keep this worship as a mental map, a soul-configuration functioning to give an initial-fake cisM a somewhat for which to live . . . perhaps I dare-to-add, too love . I am "between" and never ought to be a "life of TheParty," an easy one to pass-by and let-it-stay-that-way. The ache of my viscera just needs to be staunched, and to die in such a stoppered-staunch merely seems to be the way She, Earth Mother, TheWombOfKosmos ordains. To-day then I feel that imaginging is of slight importance compared to obedience. In this instant, then, I must look away ...

 Earth art Thou Womb in Everything to Thee I sing manfully fitfully @ Distance; Say=> hefalsie hath none only TartNuns make One the BrokenGlass; hefake of none but then-trespass in a-dying away way sees the Way on Path he.lost by TempestTossed badborn hexed sextily as HereI'm perp of the crime BirthSin felonious unharmonious chants to end any chance. O Romance of MartyrsJailed enslaved so of chestyGSW suckingblood failed. ILY don't tell Any Body though, what hurtz BAD should not be mentioned.

My birth, accidental eruption, gave me a male's curse, for which I repent, Ladies. I will do whatever I can to keep you from fearing me, but given that in yes all cases I merely strive for a friendliness in which no ungrown intimacy will occur, and still You fear me, get me arrested, I have in myself a mortal fear of how You regard me. I suffer in this sentiment: the pain in just every case my presentation to You receives Thy registry of a stalking when its opposite semantics toward You are intended, which makes me hide  oftentimes, and the-more when I do express this apprehension about being misunderstood, I note alienation, a seeming reponse that such an eccentric comment deserves 'psychiatry' more than friendship. So let me try to smile when I see You, and to deem your frowns at my being behaviorally 'off-rail' as my cue to shut-up, get back into the line of men who need humiliations, and jail me if that tickles the sense of Justice in You, which Justice, Woman...

 There are no beings humanly that are not bedrocked in physiology; I have loved incredibly in total sacrifice when the mis-termed  'hoar next door' had taken my thousands and robbed me of the money to eat, pay the medics, reconcile-rent. The lesson thus learned would utterly be then, that a cisMale is to empty himself as She Sees Fit; I plead for the Matriarchy, I plead for the surrender of gender mine so-born and borne for no good without the void, the empty valor of knowing that She Rules.