Barbara was a goddess. A prime example of a spectacular breed of woman of her age that had transcended the previous époque of a male dominated world. A perpetual Lysistrata withholding herself from the ignobility of submission to those animal instincts that might have found her like too many others sublimated to domination by the brute forces of nature. She was above all that. She and her noble sisterhood had evolved their thinking far beyond those of brutes the demented race of the northern climes of the European continent. The same ones who like rats from Norway had spread their virus across the entire map of the world. Her own tribe had lived among them for countless millennia and only by superior wits had they prevailed over the curious sensibility of this white species’s vaingloriousness impulse of unadvised tendency patronize those had they conquered had they been overcome. This of course was a natural state of being! The chosen of God were the shepherds of the greater flock whether the sheep were aware of it and amenable to it. Or not. There own sense of civility left them open to any childish play of devious intent. Her own father was an example of an man who moral in Gods eyes who knew how to clip the high and mighty ivory sensibilities and have thanks from the lips of the very ‘marks’ that he had made.
Barbara had always felt that in so many ways she had been a better son to that ungainly plumpish bandy-legged man of that had provided sperm to sire her than had any of her two younger brothers. Though her two siblings were adept at smoke and mirrors they were after all weak and lazy males like the rest of their gender. Trying to push themselves onto blonde females to grunt out their bestial desires and then laugh at the cleverness of their chicanery of how a few cheap trinkets and empty praises had turned the tide of this ewe’s natural preference for its own kind to submit to their own. Though Barbara respected their victory for the sake of their own common tribe she could not forgive them for their salacious misuse of her own extended gender. She who was also demeaned by the soft squat roundness of earthy hips and nondescript facial features that even makeup could not help to transcend had like so many of her true sisters had risen far above that to enjoy the fact of the innate superiority of her womanliness. This was a treasure that she had vowed that no man would despoil much less possess. Like that dirty little rascal, Butch McFilligan, from high school who one moment could need the twiggy prominence of her own unappreciated chest but run off the next instant to heed the invitation to ‘stick it in’ with some Episcopalian sow. A woman’s body was a temple! And her own was now closed to any uninvited invasion of errant male desires. Her best friend Beatrice Levy and she during their days at Sarah Lawrence had found a better alternative in freeing themselves up from the tyranny of the conventional through a period of experimentation. A woman’s body could yield so much more to another woman who understood its default complexities from the inside. The archaic notion of the penis was after all highly overrated. Much like those that had been afforded naught but sadistic ruthless physical force and the penchant to apply it.
Thank god that the God of her own kind had made the world the way it was now! It was so easy to overturn so many years of their indolent misguided ways. The older gray haired patriarchs who cawed previous pathetic achievements that screamed to be replaced with the fresh instincts of like-minded youthful sisters whose natural intuition would immediately outshine them if they could be speedily dislodged. The broom of inevitability needed to sweep ever faster to collect the dust of past misfortunes. Women were at the forefront as was in keeping with their rightful place in the universe. Let men find their place to be useful by virtue of their natural physical strength. But leave the thinking to the girls who could look beyond the cycles of historical aggression of European violence against the other culturally rich and diverse populations of the world. This was now a golden era and all civil people must be made to realize one way or another that the old ways had at last gone to the historical dustbin as intolerable irrationality. Science would one day find a solution to this in procreating more aptly a synthesis that would breed out the unmanageable characteristics that the chaos of the previous generations had previously been forced to endure. Nature had shown that a few males at best bred in the sort of way to maintain their subservience led to a more harmonious sort of society like the genus Apis. Barbara knew that if she and her sisters prevailed then the future ahead would be amazing!