Gender Identity

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

We are becoming the men we wanted to marry.

Like all young men, you greatly exaggerate the difference between one young woman and another.

She floats, she hesitates; in a word, she’s a woman.

The woman is perfected

No slave is a slave to the same lengths, and in so full a sense of the word, as a wife is.

The principle which regulates the existing social relations between the two sexes—the legal subordination of one sex to the other—is wrong in itself, and now one of the chief hindrances to human improvement.

What is now called the nature of women is an eminently artificial thing—the result of forced repression in some directions, unnatural stimulation in others.

Gentlemen prefer blondes.

Das Ewig-Weibliche zieht uns hinan.

The great question that has never been answered and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’

She takes just like a woman, yes, she does

One is not born a woman: one becomes one.

Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee

Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands.

We men have got love well weighed up; our stuff

On bisexuality: It immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.

A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk…. My boy, it’s your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

I am the androgyne.

My visionary anger cleansing my sight.

America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Marrying left your maiden name disused.

Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

Daughter am I in my mother’s house; But mistress in my own.