Quotes from Inga Muscio

Describing passive violence in this culture is kinda like someone who is drowning in the middle of the ocean giving you the low-down on water. The only way you can really understand passive violence is by going somewhere far, far away from phones, news, TV, the Internet.

Love is a positive, symbiotic, reciprocal flow between two or more entities.

I have a really dark, rich, thick sense of humor.

Ancient, woman-centered words and beliefs never, like, fall off the planet. Having long done taken on a life of their own, they - like womankind - evolve, and survive. Chameleon style.

Loving, knowing, and respecting our bodies is a powerful and invincible act of rebellion in this society.

What if one out of every three multinational corporation CEO's were raped every year? Don't you think that would raise a kind of ruckus?

I dance. A lot. I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.

Grown-ups and children are not readily encouraged to unearth the power of words. Adults are repeatedly assured a picture is worth a thousand of them, while the playground response to almost any verbal taunt is 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.' I don't beg so much as command to differ.

Abuse is the means in which violence retards love.

I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.

I have laughter dates with myself, where I find comics on YouTube and watch them. Louis C.K. was my first laughter date a couple years ago. I'll also watch those videos of people doing idiotic things. That cracks me up.

People seem to have a hard time responding to a woman's sexuality without having the desire to literally touch it. I guess in some ways, sexuality implies that, but I don't think sexuality necessarily invites someone else to participate. I don't want people to interpret my work as an invitation to fuck me.

Given my swimmingly fetching cultural milieu, getting used to this bleeding business took quite a while. In the meantime, I fervently asked people why the hell this happened to us girls. Various sources consistently informed me that it was (big sigh) "just part of being a woman" (big sigh), or the good ol' standby curse we inherited from Eve.

There is no place for rape in a society filled with women who love our cunts. Women can be kicked when we are down, but no one is stupid or strong enough to kick us when we are standing up, all, together.

There are so many much bigger realities that bring pain and anger that I've learned to seek out small joys every day. It is one of the greatest forms of self-defense that I know. My

Men who refuse to use condoms do not deserve to be fucked by anyone but other men who refuse to use condoms.

What happens to people living in a society where everyone in power is lying, stealing, cheating and killing, and in our hearts we all know this, but the consequences of facing all these lies are so monstrous, we keep on hoping that maybe the corporate government administration and media are on the level with us this time. Americans remind me of survivors of domestic abuse. This is always the hope that this is the very, very, very last time one's ribs get re-broken again.

when you educate yourself about clitoredectomies, infibulation, forced prostitution, rape as a war tactic, patriarchal religions, women painters, filmmakers, poets, writers, activists, politicians, sex-industry workers, historians, archelogoists and musicians, that's self-protection.

Moving from phonetics to etymology, 'vagina' originates from a word meaning sheath for a sword. Ain't got no vagina.

Any rapist would feel pretty dang upset to see his car packed full with rotting fish heads and limburger cheese...Also, if the 542 women responsible were crowded onto the street where he lived, insisting that he move himself and his stinky car to another locale. Nobody likes to be pelted with 2060 bloody tampons.

What if one out of every three multinational corporation CEO's were raped every year? Don't you think that would raise a kind of ruckus?

There are two ways to make money in a capitalist, patriarchal setting: 1. Fuck other people over faster and more efficiently than they fuck you over. 2. Whore

Have a nice, cuntlovin' day.