I played a lot of sports when I was a kid so I get in that ballgame mindset of being really really respectful but at same time saying to yourself 'Don't back down a single inch hang with these guys if you can.' If they throw it high and tight you have to stand in there you can't take yourself out of that moment.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
Out with stereotypes feminism proclaims. But stereotypes are the west's stunning sexual personae the vehicles of art's assault against nature. The moment there is imagination there is myth.