Bernice Barry

“They like us to be all air and light, pink cheeked and petal throated. As white skinned as the unbroken surface of a silky blancmange. They think we should smell of amber and rosewater, feel like velvet under their hands, fall open at any time, soft limbed and slippery and grateful from the first to the last...Must be a disappointment, a shock perhaps, finding out what we really are. When they meet the truth of a woman. Body and mind and understanding there is more, so much more, very little as yielding, sweet smelling, helpless as they'd been led to believe.”
― Bernice Barry, The Names of a Hare