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Intercourse, by: Andrea Dworkin - Feminish

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her flesh. Comatose or not, that same place, the point of entryinto her, is what she is reduced to in this cruel magic act ofmetaphysical decomposition. In a world of socially sanctionedsexual possession, the meaning of possession escalates to includebeing passed from man to man, or being dumped thenused again; and each time a woman is possessed inside this socialdynamic, she is pushed into a deeper level of coma, the aggregateeffect of possession being to turn her into a thing ofsex, “ ravished. . . so many times that she was powerless tomove. ”37 Powerless, inert, with no voice of her own, more deadthan living, she enters into a new realm, a new dimension ofpossession: an impersonally apprehended thing to be used,she becomes social pornography; an impersonally possessedfemale used as female with no remnant of a human life animatingor informing the use of her in sex. She is used <strong>by</strong> men impersonallywith no reference to her as human and nocomprehension of her as an individual. As social pornography,she is a living corpse, existing for sexual use. When life isbreathed into her <strong>by</strong> the dybbuk, the evil spirit that gets insideher, she becomes a sexual monster, a gross caricature of a putativefemale sexuality, pushed <strong>by</strong> the dybbuk to public display ofherself as a violated and foul thing of sex.The dybbuk is an outstanding emblem for this impersonalpossession; an immortal rapist, forcing himself inside thewoman. Rechele would sleep, and when she would wake up“her legs would ache from so much climbing about in the celestialsphere. ”38She could not eat or pray, her mouth was dry,her stomach distended, she was cold, she could not lift up herhead: “ Often her heart palpitated like a living creature; somethingcontracted, coiled, and twisted like an imbedded snake inthe recesses of her being. ”39 Rechele’s new lover was Satan;

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