The Female Man

by Joanna Russ

The game is a dominance game called I Must Impress This Woman. Failure makes the active player play harder. Wear a hunched back or a withered arm; you will then experience the invisibility of the passive player. I’m never impressed—no woman ever is—it’s just a cue that you like me and I’m supposed to like that. If you really like me, maybe I can get you to stop. Stop; I want to talk to you! Stop; I want to see you! Stop; I’m dying and disappearing! SHE: Isn’t it just a game? HE: Yes, of course. SHE: And if you play the game, it means you like me, doesn’t it? HE: Of course. SHE: Then if it’s just a game and you like me, you can stop playing. Please stop. HE: No. SHE: Then I won’t play. HE: Bitch! You want to destroy me. I’ll show you. (He plays harder) SHE: All right. I’m impressed. HE: You really are sweet and responsive after all. You’ve kept your femininity. You’re not one of those hysterical feminist bitches who wants to be a man and have a penis. You’re a woman. SHE: Yes. (She kills herself)