Woman Hating: A Radical Look at Sexuality

their tough young faces and dicks enjoying me for

hot kicks. 15

T h e stereotype o f the homosexual which emerges

from the general run o f Suck fiction is not very different

from the stereotype o f woman. T h e homosexual is

queer, asshole, cocksucker, faggot; the woman is hole,

hot wet fuck tube, hot slit, or just plain ass. He thrives

on pain and so does she. Gangbanging is their mutual

joy. Huge, throbbing, monster, atom-smashing cock is

god and master to them both. T h e parts they play in the

sadomasochistic script are the same: so are costumes,

attitudes, and other conventional cultural baggage. It

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is not hard to see that the struggle for gay male liberation and women’s liberation is a common struggle: both mean freedom from the stigma of being female.

The fantasies (indicative of structural mental sets) which

oppress male homosexuals and women are very much

alike. Women and male homosexuals are united in

their queerness, a union which is real and verifiable —

affirmed by Suck, which contributes to the cultural

oppression of both.

The pages of Suck have, sadly, nothing to do with

sexual liberation — there is no “counter” to the culture to be found anywhere in them. They are, instead, a catalogue of exactly those sexist fantasies which

express our most morbid psychic sets. They chart the

landscape of repression, a landscape that is surprisingly

familiar. As women, we find that we are where we have

always been: the necessary victim, there we are, the

victim again; the eternal object, there we are, the object again. Through the projection of archetypal sadomasochistic images, which are the staple of the sexist mentality, we become more a prisoner, robbed and

cheated of any real experience or authentic communication, thrown back into the intricate confusion of being women in search of a usable identity.

Part Three

THE HERSTORY

We are a feelingless people. If we could

really feel, the pain would be so great that

we would stop all the suffering. If we could

feel that one person every six seconds dies

of starvation (and as this is happening, this

writing, this reading, someone is dying of

starvation) we would stop it. If we could

really feel it in the bowels, the groin, in

the throat, in the breast, we would go into

the streets and stop the war, stop slavery,

stop the prisons, stop the killings, stop

destruction. Ah, I might learn what love is.