“Mine is the slave sex!” she said, angrily, defiantly.

“Mine is the slave sex!” she said, angrily, defiantly.
“The slave sex?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said.
“And you are a member of that sex?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said, angrily.
“I see,” I said.
“I am tired of trying to be like a man!” she said. “It is a lie which robs me of myself!”
I said nothing.
“I want to be true to myself,” she said. “I want to be fulfilled!”

Mercenaries of Gor, p. 9

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