The Patchwork Girl is not a monster because she has known both love and sexual desire, been desired, loved.

Frankenstein's monster is a monster because of the lack of love, as he states. The monster pleads to Frankenstein to provide him with a mate.

From: Plea

"I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. . . It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another…(9)

From: I Lay

"Last night I lay in her arms, my monster."

At first Mary is horrified by the scars. She feels that she is touching them for the first time. It is the first time she has touched them since her creation was conscious.

From: Her, Me

I clung to her with the full extent of my strength and the length of my body, and she returned the embrace. Our hands hunted and probed. We breathed each other's breath. Her scars lay like living things between us, inscribing themselves in my skin. I thought I too was rent and sewn, that I was both multiply estranged and gathered together in a dynamic union. What divided her, divided me. (9)

The Patchwork girl is now a sexual being.

From: Sex

Perhaps I exulted too freely. I was a barbarian still. The boundaries of strong feelings are maybe never clearly drawn, but most especially not for me. I had rediscovered sex-and I found it, everywhere. (9)