Tanya

“You light a fire early in your girlhood. You stoke it and tend it. You protect it at all costs. You don’t let it rage into a mountain of light, because that’s not becoming of a girl. You keep it secret. You let it burn. You look into the eyes of other girls and see their fires flickering there, offer conspiratorial nods, never speak aloud of a near-unbearable heat, a growing conflagration. You tend the flame because if you don’t you’re stuck, in the cold, on your own, doomed to seasonal layers, doomed to practicality, doomed to this is just the way things are, doomed to settling and understanding and reasoning and agreeing and seeing it another way and seeing it his way and seeing it from all the other ways but your own.”
― Rachel Yoder, Nightbitch

“The women feast on the poor man’s flesh, And chew each bone whilst it is fresh, So the two women can become one with a kiss; The dream of every biologist! To grow together is their pursuit, And his red flesh their forbidden fruit, He stumbles and gasps and finally dies; From his ashes will a four-breasted creature arise.”
― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot

“While I ran the bath, I sat down to read the book. The mushroom leant against my shoulder and read with me in silence.”
― Jenny Hval, Paradise Rot