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I don’t think a woman can actually enjoy the very best that this life has to offer, as in, adventure and do risky and dangerous things without wrecking herself, unless she has a dangerous and trustworthy man to do it with. The safety, thrill and complementarity of her lover’s presence just opens up the world to her in ways it is closed without him. He can take her to places that would be unsafe for her alone. Speak for her in places where they would not listen were the very exact same words coming from a woman's tongue. She is, in her natural state, less free without him - viewed by the world as prey with her small body, and as less serious with her feminine voice - and she knows it. Paradoxically then, man both limits and frees her, and if he does it right - limits her by structuring her in all the ways that are most freeing - by bringing coherence to her self-destructive chaos, and generative chaos where she has otherwise been restricted, muzzled, and unable to indulge her appetites.