“And why don’t you write? Write! Writing is for you; you are for you; your body is yours, take it. I know why you haven’t written (and why I didn’t write before the age of twenty-seven). Because writing is at once too high, too great for you, it’s reserved for the great––that is, for “great men”; and it’s “silly”. Besides, you’ve written a little, but in secret. And it wasn’t good, because it was in secret, and because you punished yourself for writing, because you didn’t go all the way; or because you wrote irresistibly, as when we would masturbate in secret, not to go further, but to attenuate the tension a bit, just enough to take the edge off. And then, soon as we come, we go and make ourselves feel guilty––so as to be forgiven; or to forget, to bury it until the next time.”
— Helene Cixous, The Laugh of Medusa 2 years ago
