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6 months ago

he valued constancy and I valued intensity

But these later fights were serious clashes, conflicts that would keep me, if not both of us, up all night, and the sourness of unresolved disagreement lingered for weeks, months. The issue no longer seemed to be correctable misalignment and new-to-each-other ignorance but betrayal, selfishness, il…

—p.172 An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work by Charlotte Shane
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my enjoyment of his body was sacred

At night, when we got back to the bungalow where we were staying, we went straight to bed. People sometimes claim that drug epiphanies don’t last longer than the drug, but I haven’t forgotten him naked on his knees in front of me and me sort of crouching below, my face at his thigh, struck with the…

—p.168 by Charlotte Shane
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I felt already pledged to him topic/love

ANY EXPLANATION OF MY decision to marry might sound provincial and patriarchal. Perhaps my heart, desperate for superlative expression, reached down into its own depths and in lieu of inventing something new and iconoclastic, seized upon the most banal tradition. But we didn’t marry because of reli…

—p.162 by Charlotte Shane
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we didn’t get to say goodbye for/pq-maybe topic/grief

I don’t think Roger wronged me once. I have no grudges, and I don’t think anything about our arrangement was unfair. In fact, it was one of the most honest and equitable and respectful relationships I’ve had. But Roger took away one of the biggest decisions anyone has ever taken from me when he kep…

—p.153 by Charlotte Shane
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he would die proud of having hidden me for/pq-maybe project/sutter-gutter

I SUGGESTED TO ROGER that he tell his brother about me, about us, because his brother was coming into town to visit while Roger’s wife would be away. Enlisting his brother as our ally could have helped us arrange a lot of time together, at least doubling the length of the afternoons we’d contented …

—p.150 by Charlotte Shane