In the eyes of Yahweh there is no male or female. But I am not Yahweh. And I do not possess the eyes of Yahweh. Rather, I possess my own eyes. And my own eyes are differentiators and discerners.
There are three women here at Oneida whom I discern particularly. I particularly discern Dorcas Findley above the neck. Particularly her lips. And I particularly discern Claudia Hatfield below the neck. Particularly her bosoms. And I particularly discern Florence Snyder. I particularly discern Florence Snyder when, unbeknownst to her, I am high in the branches of a tree, and her bloomers are around her ankles, and she is relieving herself in a patch of foxglove.
