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“Can I call you Daddy, too?" Man! I had to chant, "Thugs don't cry. Thugs don't cry," about a hundred times. This little girl stayed testing my gangsta, melting a nigga's heart. I saw tears well up in her eyes and realized I hadn't answered her. Her feelings were hurt! "Lady bug, I'd be happy if you called me Daddy. I love you so much.”
― Elle Kayson, The Beauty of This Street Love 3: A Texas Tale

“I side-eyed her, cutting her off. “Yo’ ass bossy, stubborn, and stay tryna handle niggas. But all I gotta say is yo’ name, and that rah-rah shit stops. And yo’ personality in my room is nothing like yo’ personality outside it. Why you think that is?” Her mouth was wide open, a blush heating every inch of her face.”
― Elle Kayson, Demon's Dream

“I hate you, too,” he whispered, his mouth hovering right above mine, his body sinking deeper and deeper into me. “I hate you cuz I wanna get bored with you, but I can’t. I hate you cuz I wanna get tired of yo’ pussy, but I can’t. I hate you cuz I wanna feel annoyed when you say my name, but I can’t. I hate you cuz my muhfuckin’ dick wouldn’t even work because she didn’t smell right or feel right or sound right.”
― Elle Kayson, Demon's Dream

“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride