As I think about feminism and misogyny, I wonder if I didn't portray the situation poorly. I cannot say I could have done it differently. I was really furious about the swindle we have all accepted from our forefathers for so many millennia. Maybe this is a better way to portray it, though, now that the edge is off the fury. Oh, it's not gone. Never will be.
Men are not incapable of love. It is just that they are handicapped from the time of puberty. It may seem more extensive than that because it has been handed down from generation to generation but I am certain that the first generation that realizes it can love with the best of them will transform the world.
I think that's enough for now. I have no idea, I might have more to say in the future on this subject and, if so, I'll put it right here.
Anything pouring out of me these days (and all to come, I expect) is coming out in poetry, and probably placed in the Avalanche collection on here. The book is entirely different.