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G: m y n a<\/p>\n
m e is g i n a l o y<\/p>\n
M: Gina. A name, a game, a beautifully twisted manipulative personification of the self. 1882. 1996. A man. A woman. A more than man. A bag of flesh. None of them truly<\/p>\n
capture the essence.<\/span><\/p>\n G: Mertrude the bone of my bones<\/strong> and flesh of my flesh<\/strong> – – – – aside from that which I surreptitiously affirm, the WRENCH by and in which fullness of woman and woman<\/em> plus<\/span> woman<\/em> manifest themselves.<\/p>\n M: Wrench. A tool, often grey but sometimes shiny. A tool, to be wielded, screwed on and screwed off, and occasionally thrown.<\/p>\n G: Whack<\/span>!<\/p>\n G: Clank!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n G: The feminist movement at present instituted is tender<\/strong>. Meek. Mild. Pushing all the right butto<\/span><\/p>\n ns<\/span>, like the submissive and cowed parasiticaprostitutes<\/span> they are.<\/p>\n M: Feminism. Woman as man? Man becomes woman? One becomes greater than the other?<\/p>\n G: The present state of affairs looks gorgeous. Ideal and effective.<\/p>\n M: Present. A gift. Gifts are to be cherished, and sometimes regifted.<\/p>\n G: A gift from above. James said it best, the apostolic fool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"