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Click! вЂњYou work all week,вЂќ said the hostess, вЂњand I work all week, and if you want something to eat, you can get it, and wash up after it yourself.вЂќ A male guest came wandering into the kitchen just as the last dish was being put away and said, вЂњHow about something to eat?вЂќ He sat down, expectantly, and started to read the paper. On Fire Island my weekend hostess and I had just finished cooking breakfast, lunch, and washing dishes for both. Last summer I got a letter, from a man who wrote: вЂњI do not agree with your last article, and I am canceling my wifeвЂ™s subscription.вЂќ The next day I got a letter from his wife saying, вЂњ I am not cancelling my subscription.вЂќ Click! Click! вЂњYou have two hands,вЂќ she said, turning away. вЂњWhy canвЂ™t you get this stuff put away?вЂќ he mumbled. In Houston, Texas, a friend of mine stood and watched her husband step over a pile of toys on the stairs, put there to be carried up. In fact, parables are unnecessary for recognizing the blatant absurdity of everyday life. In another five minutes of meditating evolution, I would have jumped off the window sill and started curling around the leg of a dog. The room was cozy, with a tea tray by the fire. But I followed the pattern of my socialization: cued by the word sensual, I became a nice, domestic cat, sitting under a healthy well-watered geranium, watching the sunlight fall through a clean window, over a dust-free window sill, across a polished floor. If my free-association had had any connection with my actual life, I would have evolved as a pig. I had been sitting in that Aspen room, feeling a very liberated cat-alone on my window sill, self-sufficient and self-enclosed, able to purr or scratch as I chose. One little click turns on a thousand others. Not redneck-angry from screaming because we are so frustrated and unfulfilled-angry, but clicking-things-into-place-angry, because we have suddenly and shockingly perceived the basic disorder in what has been believed to be the natural order of things. They were nearly audible last summer, which was a very angry summer for American women. Those clicks are coming faster and faster. вЂњThe women in the group looked at each other, and click! The shock of recognitionвЂ¦ One little click turns on a thousand othersвЂќ The next time, or perhaps the time after that, they will recognize the click! of recognition, that parenthesis of truth around a little thing that completes the puzzle of reality in womenвЂ™s minds-the moment that brings a gleam to our eyes and means the revolution has begun. вЂњHmm, yes, well, uh вЂ¦вЂќ they said, sensitized for the morning, but eager to recount their own stories of becoming spotted leopards in green forests, of turning to griffins with human heads who know and see all. вЂњYou became a housewife,вЂќ we said, excited, together, turning to the men to see if they understood. The women in the group looked at her, looked at each other, and вЂ¦ click! A moment of truth. I was interested, but I was different, and finally I withdrew.вЂќ They were eating, rather elegantly, and no one paid any attention to me, even when I asked if they wanted anything more to eat. I went into my house, and there were panthers everywhere, filling every chair, curled up in groups in all the rooms. I started to go through my garden and I saw that there were panthers draped over all the lawn furniture. My only protection was that I could change color in reaction to the people that passed by. вЂњAs I was moving through the grass, enjoying my slithering, curving progress, I realized I had no fangs.

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вЂњI was a snake,вЂќ said a beautiful young woman, a professional designer. We formed groups in our part of the conference-room forest, and told each other what we had become. I was a cat, black, with a lovely long tail, sitting under a red geranium in a sunny window.

Most of the men growled, or attempted to wag tails. At last we opened our eyes and those animals that felt like it did whatever seemed natural. Minutes passed and we became aware of the other animals around us. Infinitely slowly, we began to evolve into the animal that most expressed our own ideas of ourselves-of our sensual selves. Slowly we perceived a lake in the distance, and as we walked toward it, the surface became smooth as a mirror into which we could look and see our reflection. We closed our eyes and cleared our minds.

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Last June, 40 people were lying on a floor in Aspen, Colorado, floating free and uneasy on the indoor/outdoor carpet, eyes closed, being led through the first phase of a вЂњWorkshop in Approaching Unisexuality.вЂќ It would turn out later that the aim of the exercise was not to solve the problem of who does what and to whom, but to reveal to the participants that adjectives such as warm, violent, soft, timid, peaceful, and aggressive are not necessarily definitions for male or female. From the Decemissue of New York Magazine.