I felt that in my sexual relationships with others I had missed the point...Maybe I had missed the point of what having a pussy was for entirely. It was not for having babies or pissing, but simply a locus of pleasure—its own purpose. Now a growing confidence was there, like a crystal inside it or maybe a whole ocean. Perhaps the crystal had always been there without me seeing or knowing. Had I always glowed from there but never realized? I felt glad to be alive. Or not even glad, just alive. I was in my is-ness and was not going to fight it. So this was joy. ~The Pisces