Maggie Young Quotes

#1. I never dealt with excessive body fur. But having barely made love to a tampon, my privates were truly untainted.

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#2. It seems quite bizarre how much I loved one big bundle of all of my demons, but that may have been his core appeal. If he could embrace me, there was a chance I could become tolerable, even passable in those worlds that considered me a plague.

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#3. Be yourself. And if you're remotely interesting, you're bound to face a lot of rejection.

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#4. Males were expected to be ready to fuck any hole they could slip their dicks into. Boys weren't considered men unless they were influenced by their carnal instincts to spread their seed.

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#5. It is difficult to see the souls within the women who stand along the streets to claw for their customers like zombies in a haunted house. We overlook the fact that they are zombies. Their key to maintain a physical life was likely an emotional death.

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#6. Patriarchy is women structuring lifelong decisions around men they haven't met.

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#7. Incarceration is when nobody writes a happy ending for a woman without a man.

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#8. You only have to be cruel to one person to qualify as a cruel person.

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#9. Tagged photos are a jealous woman's assault rifle.

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#10. Just Another Number was meant to be unresolved because resolving it would destroy its authenticity. It's a memoir. I am unresolved as a human being. And it also leaves room for a sequel.

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#11. My best-kept secret is that I didn't reject normality. Normality rejected me.

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#12. I've always had a very binge and then cleanse approach to casual sex for that very reason. We long for an intimate connection, but that longing makes us feel vulnerable. Therefore, we guard our hearts for self-preservation, which barricades that intimacy we are longing for.

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#13. But penetration was a big deal. They protected their anuses the way girls protected their hymen in high school, believing that allowing anything beyond their holy gates would permanently corrupt them.

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#14. My self-respect is my biggest cock block.

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#15. Affairs began, drama spread, and traditional, good-old-boy camaraderie was tainted by the temptresses who represented the inconvenience of feminism.

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#16. Southerners have mastered picking, choosing, and rationalizing religious texts to fit their social agenda better than their own mother's fried chicken recipe.

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#17. He practically floated. He spoke, smiled, nodded, and laughed with so much flawless grace. I suddenly felt an urge to push him over. I wanted him to fall on his ass just so he could seem human. I wanted him to laugh, open-mouthed and uncontrolled.

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#18. But time and time again, I saw the change in their eyes once they'd conquered me. Dehumanization always follows penetration.

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#19. Your true passion in life is what you'd be doing if somebody handed you 100 million dollars.

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#20. After months of the mindless elbow grease, incessant ship dusting, alarming drills, and rigid military bearing we were expected to uphold at all times, we were fully charged by each other's friction and on the brink of eruption.

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#21. Even in my most intimate moments with a man, I am alone.

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#22. I milked my typical persona as a gritty, intellectual sex-positive feminist that men loved to conquer, toss aside, and shove into their conquest collection in the dusty backs of their closets.

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#23. We all want love. We all want affection and admiration. But there will inevitably be people determined to hate you no matter what you do. And chances are, their approval isn't worth your struggle to get it.

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#24. Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.

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#25. You can't exploit a woman who has based her entire career on exploiting herself.

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#26. We were sexual targets, marked as eternal sluts for exploring the desires only acceptable in men.

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#27. It only takes a tenth grade course on evolution to know that the prostate g-spot's existence alone is proof that ass play has been done for a very, very long time.

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#28. The world is not a Disney movie where villains are obvious and one-dimensional.

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#29. The tricky thing about abusive relationships is that they are never constant hell. You need the good times to clutch onto so you'll tolerate the bad. Those good times are what keep the wheel spinning.

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#30. His real war was within himself. He was a boy dressed as a soldier, pumping his chest, slinging his gun, and fleeing in horror at a glimpse of his own reflection.

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#31. The deeper into this chapter in my life I get, the fainter the hum of crucifixion becomes.

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#32. The gentlemanly Number 23 would have never made such a crude statement to a lady. But I was not a lady. Sure, I was intelligent and strong, but I dared to be wide open. I was Maggie Young, chaser of boys, writer of scandal, dropper of f-bombs, tits on a stick.

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#33. Western tourists transform Thailand into its own little planet of indulgence. Time has no relevance and debauchery, no consequence.

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#34. I learned early on that love was treacherous, leaving my heart like an open wound for others to infect.

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#35. I am done looking for love where it doesn't exist. I am done coughing up dust in attempts to drink from dry wells.

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#36. Carl constantly told horror stories of cursing and beatings from his father and the twenty-four-hour blackout screaming of his alcoholic, pill-popping mother. He used his trauma like a caution sign for what he could do if I didn't silence my backtalk.

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#37. I grew up missing my mom while she was right in front of me.

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#38. The prostate might as well have been a mythological creature like a unicorn or Leprechaun only acknowledged through whispery giggles among women brunching with their gay friends.

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#39. Suddenly, the brave warriors parading to combat with bugles and bayonets were replaced by the push of a button.

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#40. My life views on sex, men, dating, and self-worth were sculpted with the unfiltered ramblings of a drunken misogynist.

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#41. His unfiltered conversation topics reminded me of my female sailor status: More than a hooker, less than a woman. I was a brick wall he could chuck rocks at all day and not feel a thing. But they hurt. God, they hurt.

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#42. The females showed their vulnerability by caving into the comforting arms of their shipmates. The males put us in our place through a cat and mouse game of wooing and slut shaming.

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#43. It is not your job to convince men to like you.

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#44. I've always hated metal. It's just a cluster fuck of incessant screaming and much too amplified screechy instruments. And head banging is about as good of an idea as sticking your genitals in a bowl of Sriracha.

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#45. I only knew to treat the male asshole as if it had a grenade buried inside of it that could ignite a deadly explosion of anger, trauma, and sexual confusion.

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#46. But what has happened is that emotional evolution has not caught up with our economics. We are still haunted by the outdated myth that women need men.

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#47. I envied the men. I envied the irresponsibility their surroundings and genitals allowed. I envied the artificial affection they bought. But most of all, I envied that flicker of euphoria they got to feel, like a quick sip of whiskey that warmed their chest and eased their pain.

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#48. If you didn't grow up in a home that built your confidence and self esteem, make your own.

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#49. He decorated his accomplishments with a large house, yachts, and weekly morale shindigs for his salesmen bursting with open bars and filet mignon. However, my mother was by far his prettiest accessory.

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#50. Seasoned digital daters are like lions who have had their prey killed, butchered, and served to them on a tray in their artificial habitat for so long that they've forgotten how to hunt.

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#51. High school doesn't end after high school.

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#52. I had the girlish, round face that would have passed for a German World War II poster of an Aryan Hitler youth had I worn braided pigtails.

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