The Third Sex

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Description Does it really take courage to discuss what we are afraid of, or maybe even ashamed of? I am long past this question. Now, when I write, I mainly seek to discover more of my layers, to raise my level of consciousness, to help others and myself. I dont see the red flags, I dont hear the warnings, and I dont care about the land mines that could explode under my feet. I simply ambush myself, and then I charge at it and peel off my skins until I am completely naked on paper. Thats when I become both the voyeur and the exhibitionist; the banquet and its host. And every time a bomb blows up in my face I feel ecstatic, because then I will be able to gift pieces of my own flesh to the readers. Those pieces are my truths, my words, my humble gifts to you in this book.and they are also my traps. Biographical note Joumana Haddad Lebanese award-winning poet, writer, translator and journalist. She was the editor of An-Nahar newspapers cultural page for more than ten years, and she taught creative writing at the Lebanese American University in Beirut. Shes an activist for equality, freedom of expression and human rights. Shes been selected as one of the worlds 100 most powerful Arab women by Arabian Business magazine, for her cultural and social activism. Her works, which have been widely translated and published around the world, include The Return of Lilith, I Killed Scheherazade, Superman is an Arab, The Third Sex and the play Kafas (Cages), performed with great success at Metro Al Madina theater.-Does it really take courage to discuss what we are afraid of, or maybe even ashamed of? I am long past this question. Now, when I write, I mainly seek to discover more of my layers, to raise my level of consciousness, to help others and myself. I dont see the red flags, I dont hear the warnings, and I dont care about the land mines that could explode under my feet. I simply ambush myself, and then I charge at it and peel off my skins until I am completely naked on paper. Thats when I become both the voyeur and the exhibitionist; the banquet and its host. And every time a bomb blows up in my face I feel ecstatic, because then I will be able to gift pieces of my own flesh to the readers. Those pieces are my truths, my words, my humble gifts to you in this book.and they are also my traps.