Women On the Fringe We are the radical women, the women on the fringe, and we live in the wind that howls and the ever-changing moon. We are the radical women. We go deep, to the roots, to the very heart of radical, where the twin vines of spirit and biology arise from the same seed, embarrassing the hell out of the preachers and the clean men who sterilize and sanitize the rich and living world. We are the radical women, our spirits, our goddesses moving with every breath we take, alive in every nerve and thought and dream. We are the radical women. We want none of your arranging and managing. Your arrangements destroy the ten thousand things, and your managements accomplish nothing that you think you want. We are the radical women. We are the witches. We are your worst nightmares and the realities you do not want to face. We are your greatest desires. In the end, you cannot harm us or make us go away, because we are every woman, your mothers, your lovers, your sisters, your friends. We are the radical women, and we are the most implacable enemies you will ever know.