May 15th "That to be a woman, a woman who fucks, wears make-up, has hips that jiggle is to be laughed at. That if I starved myself I could disappear from the gaze of men. That if I were thin enough then I could go home with all of the men. That I could escape the thing about femininity that felt like a stain. Something about violence or disgust."
— Rachel White
May 12th "When she’s abandoned her moral center and teachings…when she’s cast aside her façade of propriety and lady-like demeanor…when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure…enticing from within this feral lioness…growling and scratching and biting…taking everything I dish out to her…at that moment she is never more beautiful to me."
— Marquis de Sade