A dark, wild, powerful memoir about a young woman’s transformation from college student to professional dominatrix While a college student at The New School, Melissa Febos spent four years working as a dominatrix in a midtown dungeon. In poetic, nuanced prose she charts how unchecked... read more
“I had joked many times about wishing I had a domme of my own in college or at the gym, someone to make me get my life in order. I always knew I could do more to please someone else than myself.”
That is the gift of taking the long road; you know you’re not missing anything.Highlighted by 26 Kindle customers
It has been my experience that the people I judge most harshly are the ones in whom I recognize some part of myself.Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s assertion that “the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.”Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
Real trauma is like a giant hunk of scar tissue that the rest of your life accommodates, grows around. It changes the shape of you, of everything that happens after it.”Highlighted by 12 Kindle customers
My happiness is the absence of fear that there won’t be enough—enough money, enough power, enough security, enough of a cushion of these things to protect me from the everyday heartbreaks of being human. Heartbreak doesn’t kill you. It changes you.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
This made sense, of course, but it’s hard to accept advice when you never give all the facts.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
Animals know things, and you can see yourself in anything that depends on you.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
It is a form of basking in a kind of femininity that I am opposed to as an ideal, but for better or worse, I think we all fetishize the female body, and intellectualization doesn’t spare anyone the obsession.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
It suddenly wasn’t enough to know, as I always had, that deep down at my core I was a good person, or to simply feel compassion for other creatures; I wanted to be good. Not good, but good. It was a huge relief. I had had no idea how burdensome it was to be a liar and a thief. The weight of my justifications wasn’t felt until it lifted.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Were I into it, or willing to have sex for money, I would have been less of a curiosity, easily consigned to the diagnosis of broken woman—instantly diminished in intelligence, psychology, morality, or class. I understood this and shared their logic, even as it irritated me in its unexamined narrow-mindedness.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
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