Why am I writing about this?

Hmm…

Good question.

I believe birth and death are dependent on the title of this blog - the root of all problems. God is a woman, didn’t you know? If she was a man, then she couldn’t give birth to Eve. Doesn’t life have to be born? How else can it last?

Marriage, religion, porn, prostitution, power, violence … why not put them all in one bar and call it chocolate because it tastes so sweet.

Who are you, brother? Who are you, sister?

Why are we growing in the gay and lesbian population? We all want to be like God, do we not? God, god, gOd, goD - which letter should I capitalize? Or should I spell it backwards and see if there’s a trick to wiggle my tail to? Maybe I’ll add another “o” and it’ll all be good.

Woman, why do you want to be a man of history? If you want to be a man of history, you’re no good sister. Woman, be a man of nature; a man of love. Woman, depending on where you are in the world right now, you have the title. I don’t blame you for thinking you’ve got to be the man because the man did you wrong, but I think you’re way too good for that - you are GOD: Good Old Daemon by virtue of love.

Woman I believe in you. Woman you are the mother of your son. Woman, let the fire of nature light your eyes, warm your heart and steam the curves on your body. Woman, save life, save your children, save your soul tonight.