A lovely girl

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work


I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch


Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still

John Marx Stefanovitch

Darling Stefan,

            You love me because I am free observe the wolf spirit, and you want to tie me down.  You love me because I am ‘unique’, and  you want me to conform  and be part of a couple.  You encourage  my sexual freedom, and you want to possess me.  You love me because I have   my own world, my own work and income, and you want to remove  me from them.
            Now tell me  that you see- a woman’s  freedom is incompatible with loving a man.  How can I live and  work and move among my friends  when my heart is given woman – I am what I do.  To submit  to the tyranny of emotional and  sexual dependence on men, financial and  intellectual dependency too, a woman destroys herself.  To see myself in the  reflection of your blue eyes is for me to enter a hall of mirrors.  I see myself girlish in one,   seductress in another, insecure, hypocritical, wayward,   bewitching, yielding, insatiable…. I open my legs to you and  act to suit your  mood, high drama  or bedroom  farce.  And I lose contact with the one honest picture I have of myself as  a  person.  An integrated picture heterosexuality afforded me by my feminism, supported by my  involvement   with feminism, and constantly re-defined by my feminist friends.
            Try to understand.  Being safely out of your  reach I dare to educate you.  Within your reach I am,  of course,  only your pupil, an empty  receptacle   into which you  pour semen and adjectives.  Therefore, you must forgive me if, after a few days   of  your brain and super cock, I act ESN and appear  incapable  of making decisions.  Now you have gone the decision to stay here is both easy  and right. 

Love, A

Telegram from Stefan to Alison.

Feminism is the most brilliant piece of propaganda yet to be disseminated by the  Department of Misinformation  of the KGB.

Letter from Alison to Stefan.

Dearest  Stefan,
            If we are going to  continue to communicate,Stefan we must be  able to have a dialogue on things  that are  important to me –as well as to you- without being snide.
            OK, so feminism has nothing  and everything to do with Marx’s  dictum ‘Destroy the status quo’.  Women must  work to overthrow  male power structures  and revolutionize deep-rooted traditions of paternalism in order to gain equality.  They no longer want to provide  men with an unpaid army of domestic workers  or industry with a low-paid surplus  of part-time  salves.  But they strive for the betterment of society, not to  overthrow it.  (I do not speak for the extremists of the movement, who would even rather by –pass  their  biological  function.)  But we want to share the burdens as well the privileges of men.
            In order to do so women have to learn the lessons of independence  first.
            I love you in your orange  grove , but I will bear fruit  without you.

Love, A

Letter from Stefan to Alison.

Dearest Alison,
            Glad to see you acknowledge your  movement  is led by bunch of communist  dykes.  But please   remember that your progressive ideas  are the conserve of the privileged  in one corner of an affluent  culture in one small part of the world  is mainly sea- take it from a sailor.
            Now let me tell you how laudable I think your aims are.  And how I grow wistful  waiting for them  to bear  fruit….Ten years ago I brushed my hair, donned my slimline  Lord John shirt, drenched my  pubes with aftershave, and waited in the bar for  a woman to buy me a drink.  Nothing happened.  This is, of course, a  small illustration of much wider –ranging hopes I had for the triumph of what was  then termed ‘Women’s Lib’.   Never   has any group had  more support for their  aspirations than they had then from me.  I waited fro a drink,  for  dinner, for a lift home after wards, for woman   to offer me long-term financial support,   as well as  for her to make  the running  sexually.  In short, my darling, I waited   for my paternalistic inhibitions  as well as  my body  to be subjected to her will.  Imagine my excitement  at the  prospect of submitting to such an onslaught.  Nothing  happened.  Though  I admit one woman did buy one drinks  and dinners in Frankfurt , laid me and bought me presents.  Consider my beloved disillusionment  on finding the  bills were paid  by her American  experience-husband’s credit-card- the one she had held  onto until  after he  alimony was fixed.   Finally I had to face reality:  women  continue to act as they always   have.  Women love me for the way I wield  power,  status, money and my cock.  You  do.  Having  learnt  my lesson,  I have no alternative  but to exercise my supremacy.

Note from Alison to Stefan.

S, I am afraid I can no longer tolerate the way you reduce  everything to money and sex.

Note from Stefan to Alison.

In the light of your latest observation may I add one of my own?  If women didn’t have cunts, there’d be a shocking bounty on theirs heads.



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Seafood Filling



Seymour Warned


Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

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