Vlad:I would like to ask a question.[...] Why you do this... travel to places... help people who are not nice to you? Cassie:I dunno... somebody has to... some... Nah... I guess it's probably because if I don't do this. I have to go join the real world... you know... where they work 9-5 jobs, and find true love, and have sex... and... maybe I'm afraid I'd find out what a freak I really am. Or, maybe I just like shooting things so evil and crazy that they stand up to get shot again.
Hey, Vlad. Remember when you asked me why I do this? [...] Well, I thought of another reason. It's a doozy. Okay... here goes... every time I look in the mirror I see my mother. And I think about all the rage and hate I have... for being a freak, for never being understood... and I think about dying someday... Do I have enough in me to come back... like her? So I destroy every Slasher I can find... I hate them... because Im afraid Im just like them.
Cassie:Im still a virgin because I emit some kind of penis repellant. Seriously, Im like Raid to cock. Georgia:What?! Come on, thats bullshit. Youre a hot girl. And those clothes... You havent done it because you dont want to. I mean, seriously, have you metmen? Girls half as sexy as you have to use a stick to keep guys away. Cassie:Heh... I dunno... just with guys... it never feels right. They make me feel weird. Like.. I dont know... Like I dont understand them. And sometimes I dont want to understand them. Georgia:Maybe youre... gay. Cassie:Maybe. Sometimes I think its possible. Or I think I dont know what I am. I think I like guys. Sometimes. I dont know. Maybe Im just nothing. Georgia:Well, if it wasn't for these chains, I know how we could maybe get us sent home. If I could, I'd make us good and impure and have sex with you right now. Cassie:Really? Georgia:See, now that sounded a little too excited. You are definitely gay.
—Cassie and "Georgia Peaches" discover the former's non-straight sexuality
Well, I've heard every criticism and argument against being a SuicideGirl. "You're being objectified, you're ruining years of feminist progress, you're too young and dumb to know better." Bullshit. Everyone's missing the big picture. You gotta enjoy every goddamn moment you can. Celebrate. Get a haircut that scares your grandma. Draw on your body with a needle and bleed for the things you love. Take off your clothes and show everyone it's fucking sexy just to be alive. That's what it all comes down to. No one lives forever.
This is amazing. Ive kissed people before. In fifth grade, when Dave Richards told me to meet him under the bleachers. At the shelter, when Matt Santucci tried to get in my pants on a dare. At the club, when I was drunk for the first time. When I kissed Amber and imagined Margaret. Im not imagining now. Im here. Margarets here. And her lips are warm and soft, and I can feel her heart fluttering next to my chest. She's scared... She's never kissed a girl before. But she likes this. She likes me. No one is trying to get anything. This isnt bait for some psycho killer in a bad mask. This is just me, and this beautiful girl who understands me. Who came all the way from Florida to comfort me. Oh my God. She likes this. She likes me.
—Cassie Hack thinking about her First Kiss with Margaret Crump