g and supportive parents that I rebelled away from in search for something more-something along the lines of power. My experiences were gaspingly similar to Rebecca Walkers, Lusting for Freedom. The "man-flings" that occupied my time were empowering, yet short-lived. You see, the world has given women two options: "You can be a slut or a matron." (p. 7) I was becoming a "slut," loosing all feelings of power-now changing into feelings of distraught. If I go see him-he will tell-if I don't go see him-he will lie. MEN SUCK! Life is a no win situation when you're labeled a slut! The rumors began to slowly break down my self esteem. A few years later and a few more stumbles along the way, I approached the age of twenty. No longer a teen, I knew things had to change. Red-Alert Promotional Marketing, Inc. was my new passion-not men. I absolutely loved owning a company-it gave me back control. People that once hated me now respected me. The power and appreciation I thought I had in playing men, was actually a false sensation-don't get me wrong, I'll never loose the erotic desires-but it was false power in lying to men. The fulfillment of owning something gave me direction and identity. However, not all of life's trials have sexual identities-some are racial, class, religious or just plain sick of the "blueprint"(p. 84) society conceals on masculinity and femininity. Being a woman in the world we live in is hard. We cannot openly express our sexuality without being horrifically labeled. It means a lot to "affirm and acknowledge my experiences and to integrate them into an empowering understanding of where I have been and where I am going."(p. 24) The road of shame is hopefully behind me, so I can walk on a path of "infinite ability to expand and give us more knowledge, more insight, and more complexity."(p. 24)
             Throughout this newly found bible,...