"We find each other - the damaged ones, our energies prickling in recognition even before we meet. Across crowded rooms at Hollywood parties, wandering grocery aisles, blading on Venice Beach. Anywhere. Everywhere. Instantly. We always have our love lights on, seeking willing partners. I can smell their lust for domination, sense the pleasure they draw from crushing. They in turn can see the capacity for hurt beneath my bold come-hither gaze. When the first psychic blow falls, then, and only then, I am hooked. I know. Because it’s what I’ve been doing and feeling and craving for years."
— Love Junkie by Rachel Resnick