Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

I experienced my own sort of orgasm, oblivious to hisstaccato shrieks as I delved and spanned that innocentflesh. Oh, it was a holy moment! I was one with theBacchae, with all the priestesses of the dark bloody cults,with the great goddess herself for whom Attis unmannedhimself. I was the eternal feminine made flesh, the source oflife and its destroyer, dealing with man as incidental toy,whose blood as well as semen is needed to make mewhole! There was blood at the end. And once my passionhad spent itself, I was saddened and repelled. I had notmeant actually to tear the tender flesh but apparently I had,and the withdrawing of my weapon brought with it brightblood. He did not stir as I washed him clean (like a lovingmother), applying medicine to the small cut, inserting gauze(how often had I done this for Myron!). Then l unbound him.Shakily, he stood up, rubbing tears from his swollen face. Insilence he dressed while I removed the harness of the dildoand put it away in the attachase. Not until he was finallydressed did he speak. "Can I go now?" "Yes. You can gonow." I sat down at the surgical table and took out thisnotebook. He was at the door when I said, "Aren't yougoing to thank me for the trouble I've taken?" He looked atme, face perfectly blank. Then, tonelessly, he murmured,"Thank you, ma'am," and went. And so it was that MyraBreckinridge achieved one of the great victories for hersex. But one which is not yet entirely complete even though,alone of all women, I know what it is like to be a goddessenthroned, and allpowerful.