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She was a woman, a true woman, something quite other than they. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #270)

How frightening, for her, to realize that one has such value! And yet in its way how exciting, and thrilling! Few women object to their beauty, to their desirability, to their allure, to the knowledge that they are the sort of woman whom men want, really want, truly want. Is this not something that they hope for? Yet how offensive that would have been to her grosser peers! But did they not suspect that, and was that not why she was demeaned and marginalized amongst them? Surely she did not fit in with them. She was different, so different, so extremely different. She was a woman, a true woman, something quite other than they. She was desirable, beautiful and feminine. How could they forgive her such errors, such faults? How could they forgive her her very nature, when it was a veritable defiance of their views, a repudiation of all they stood for, a nature which, by its very existence, contradicted the radical falsities which they desired to promote and from which they hoped to profit? This uniqueness, this isolation, dismayed her on one level, but on another she wanted to repudiate their uglinesses and negativities, and be true to herself, to the natural, inner woman. No longer could she be content with the political parodies and caricatures of womanhood insisted upon in her environment. - (Guardsman of Gor)