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What makes a woman, or a man? Either sex is inhabited by the opposite sex; biologically speaking, it is simply the addition of one x or y chromosome that tips the scales. Is sex merely a genetic difference, or is there something else?
By Priscilla RichNovember 1975For we have only begun to express how we see the world. And after our angers have risen and spent themselves, and we have made peace with our deepest and feminine selves, we can settle down to getting the world written and into print.
By Virginia Love Long, Jenovefa Knoop, Elizabeth Cox, Jaki Shelton, Marilyn Michael, Barbara Street, Jean Wilson, Marsha Poirier, Sarah Keith, Judy HoganNovember 1975When I am awake I call myself a student of the occult. Though occult research is regarded as a profession less respectable than most, it is enough to provide me with an acceptable, if peripheral role in the social body.
By Rob BrezsnySeptember 1975I’ll start with feeling bad. It’s a bone with a little — you should pardon the expression — meat on it. Tears are tears. Nobody needs to tell you how to feel bad. It’s as natural as bleeding. As natural as concentration camps, impotence, or saying the wrong thing.
By Sy SafranskySeptember 1975The usual assumption about power is that there is only one kind — physical. Spiritual power exists too, though the two are not entirely unrelated, in my experience anyway.
By Norm MoserSeptember 1975In Jane Robert’s The Education of Oversoul Seven, Seven is undergoing a rather awesome examination that centers on the nature of reality, dreams, reincarnation and out-of-body travel.
By Debbi EwersSeptember 1975If his words evoke for you the same renewed wonder at the possibilities of creation, the same suggestion of undreamt-of expression, unacknowledged realities, and unlimited self-realization, I might escape a little of the karmic shitstorm that comes from saying: read this book.
By Sy SafranskySeptember 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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