The Power of Femininity

A sickness had taken possession of me since the attack. The boundary of possibility had been moved, and the world was now a different place. A human form without identity, without face or features. It was genderless, this floating being, returned to a primary innocence that was also tragic. I watched people move blithely through their days, unconscious of what could at any moment before them. From the impulse to wake them from this trance, perhaps, that my desire to hit was generated. For the first time in years, I thought about the violence of giving birth - when I had passed as if through a mirror into an incoate animal region with no words. This was the domain of