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Were all women sluts, in some sense, I wondered. And what did that mean, really, other than the fact that we were healthy, alive, vital, needful, and females? Was it truly better to be sickly, confused, neurotic, miserable, depressed, and sexually inert? But perhaps I was, indeed, more needful or vital than many other women. If so, if that were natural, and was what I was, what was wrong with that? Why should one be ashamed of such things? Why should one be any more ashamed of vitality, health and need, than of one's complexion, or the color of one's hair or eyes? I suspected that he with whom I was most familiar well understood these things. I was sure that he, if the others did not, understood women, or some women. I suspected he understood what we need, and want, but then I was frightened, for I also understood that his relationship to a woman then, and that of others like him, would be quite different from that prescribed by the conventions of my culture. My culture had not prepared me for such men. I dared not, at that time, follow this line of thought further. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter )