Show Me A Frigid Woman

What I Find Most Upsetting About This New All-consuming Beauty Culture Is That The Obsession With Good Looks, And How You Can Supposedly Attain Them, Is Almost Entirely Female-driven.

Being A Child Is Horrible. It Is Slightly Better Than Being A Tree Or A Piece Of Heavy Machinery But Not Half As Good As Being A Domestic Cat.

Prostitution Reinforces All The Old Dumb Clichés About Women's Sexuality; That They Are Not Built To Enjoy Sex And Are Little More Than Walking Masturbation Aids, Things To Be Done To, Things So Sensually Null And Void That They Have To Be Paid To Indulge In Fornication, That Women Can Be Had, Bought, As Often As Not Sold From One Man To Another. When The Sex War Is Won Prostitutes Should Be Shot As Collaborators For Their Terrible Betrayal Of All Women.

The Money I Pay For My Cultural Experiences Came Willingly From My Own Pocket - They Were Not The Result Of Bread Being Removed From The Mouths Of The Poor So That Miss Thing Here Could Mince Off To The Circus Smelling Of Roses.

Blakes Hotel In South Kensington Was A Particular Favourite Of Mine During What I Affectionately Think Of As My Restless Years.