Recollections of my life as a woman Book

It's difficult to enjoy a memoir when you can't get over your increasing dislike for the author (who you knew nothing about prior to reading - and sort of wish you still knew nothing about). I liked the bits with descriptions of projects and the intricacies of the Beat movement and living in New York in the early '60s. Unfortunately, to get these I had to struggle through passages full of improbable crystal clear 'memories' of being an adult in a three-year-old's body, not to mention paragraph after paragraph dedicated to recounting the author's uncontrollable urge to procreate... over, and over, and over, and over, and over again (one 'over' for each child). Then there's the whole 'marrying an abusive, mentally ill (gay) man I hate just because' thing. I'm not exactly sure how any of this qualifies di Prima as an inspirational feminist to be looked up to. Is it because she was the only female writer there that she automatically gets that utterly undeserved epithet?