Want Me Quotes

“I wanted to be wanted, and I wanted to want more than to be wanted.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“Sometimes over the years, I would think: Man, wish I could do that again. But, looking back, I’ll never shake the feeling that I was barely even there to experience it for the first time, like it was a ghost of a girl who did it all for me.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“In a fraction of an hour, I had gone from disinterested to silently begging for a crumb of attention.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“Occasionally, I felt my consciousness rising out of my body during sex like sweat evaporating from skin. Then I'd be over there, standing in the corner of the room like a voyeur, watching us having sex.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“That game of seeing just what men would say to me online had transformed into seeing just what they would do to me in real life.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“My moments of attraction to women felt inextricably linked to men.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“After I wrote about my engagement, the “manosphere” blog Free Northerner declared me “The Archetypal Modern Woman.” The post detailed at length my “descent into absolute sluttery,” only to emerge with a fiancé in my late twenties. This was, the post argued, so often how it went these days. Women slept around with “alphas” only to eventually marry poor “betas,” who acted as the burdened financial providers for their “ex-slut” wives, as one commenter put it. “Alpha fux, beta bux,” they called it. Never mind that few of the men I’d either slept or relationshipped with fell into stark survival-of-the-fittest categories.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“It’s also the product of living more fully in my own skin, instead of as an outside observer of it. When you stop watching, you start feeling.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“We hook ourselves up to another person like a form of life support and live in fear of pulling the plug, of finding out whether we can breathe on our own.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“As an introvert, I was peopled out. Now, during this task, I was in something of a social anxiety blackout.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“If everything is a copy of a copy, if all of social life is a performance, if sexual scripts are adapted from cultural norms, then does authenticity even exist, or matter?”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“Fuck men and their fucking entitlement. Fuck the fucking unfairness. Fuck the fucking fuck. Let's fuck.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“Who needed men—straight ones, anyway—when there were good friends and fried dough?”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“The physical and psychological experiences of sex were inseparable. Every act was embedded with social and political meaning, and porn let me explore that meaning from a comfortable distance.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“Just beneath my fantasy of sisterly solidarity and defiance in the face of gendered expectation was this other, aching one: being wanted by the men in the room.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire

“I wanted someone to notice that I was here, here, here, and to wonder why. I wanted to be told that I belonged up on that stage. I knew so many women who lived their lives like they were waiting to be noticed by the right man, but it's like I was just waiting for an invitation up to the pole.”
― Tracy Clark-Flory, Want Me: A Sex Writer's Journey into the Heart of Desire