A love that refuses to evolve takes hostages, for it will not develop the magnetism and attraction that love inherently is.
The qualities we pity in women—don’t be mistaken—are cunning ways of concealing an unwillingness to evolve into a force that commands love, rather than a child who demands it.
The “self” sacrifice, the shame, the fragility, the tendency to be rolled over or taken advantage of, the acquiescence and accommodation—these are traps, lures, drawing you into her lair, so she need not develop the resilience through desire and Eros to enter the world and do her own bidding.
Women have become mothers manufacturing ailments—physical, emotional, mental, spiritual—to keep us from realizing our capacity and having the women around us rise to a relationship based on desire instead of need.
If she is perfectly capable, then love between women is no longer passive one-downmanship as a means of connection, but on self-realization.
Change threatens any status quo. For all her discomfort, women are quite comfortable in their reign, even if she sits in a broken seat.
The original wound is this: it was a woman, not a man, who sold us the story of our incapability, to keep us company while we refused to enter the world.