Quotes About Sex

But biological sex, male or female, seems to run deeper than sexual orientation, gay or straight. Gay men whether masculine or feminine have more in common with straight men then they have in common with women.

To its original readers in 1932 Sunset Song was a book in itself; they could not know it was the first part of a trilogy. Many reacted with disgust to its frank treatment of sex and childbearing, its scorn for the rich and powerful, its sometimes strident anti-clericalism.

Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck.

There's nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.

Hold up. How do you accidentally have sex with somebody?" Adina scoffed. "Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see your penis there'?

Hold up. How do you accidentally have sex with somebody? Adina scoffed. Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't s ee your penis there'? Tiara squealed and waved her hands. Don't say that word! What? Accidentally? Sorry? Penis? Gah! Tiara put her fingers in her ears. What about phallic? Petra teased. Like, 'Yon volcano is quite phallic, Lady Tiara.' Tiara looked confused. Phallic means penis-like, Petra explained. Ooh, Tiara said.

Miss Ohio flailed with excitement. Makeovers are so fun! It's like the Superman phone booth of girl. Adina sat up. It's denigrating and objectifying. No. It's eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody's taking that away from me.

Huh, she thought, smiling to herself. This is what love feels like. But Ling was worried, too. Someone as alive and fizzy as Alma had needs. Physical needs. Needs Ling wasn't certain she could meet. For Ling, love—deep, passionate, intense—was real. But sex? So far, sex was a hypothesis her body didn't seem interested in proving.

She didn't really understand. Few people did. Sex sold everything. It was in every advertisement, song, and Hollywood movie. Who was the freak who didn't want to make love?

Sex can be used either for self-affirmation or for self-transcendence — either to intensify the ego and consolidate the social persona by some kind of conspicuous 'embarkation' and heroic conquest, or else to annihilate the persona and transcend the ego in an obscure rapture of sensuality, a frenzy of romantic passion, more creditably, in the mutual charity of the perfect marriage.

Sex is often centre stage in utopias and dystopias – who can do what, with which set of genital organs, and with whom, being one of humanity's main preoccupations.

It may interest you that, a day or so ago, attempting to discuss your ideas with regard to sex and religion , my eccentric friend, fixing his eyes rather fiercely upon me, growled abruptly: Semen is God. Unwilling to excite him further, I replied: Sir, though I understand perfectly what you mean by Semen, I am unacquainted with the connotation which you attach to the term God.

When you have proved that God is merely a name for the sex instinct, it appears to me not far to the perception that the sex instinct is God." -Review of Ida Craddock's "Heavenly Bridegrooms

In the bath the attitude toward sex is representative. No people have it more firmly in place. They are a bit puritanical sometimes, and a number of prudes exist, but there is no people less prurient. What they are prurient about is money. Some Japanese treat money as we treat sex. But, as for sex—well, there are no young bloods trying to peak over the partition.

Behind the story I tell is the one I don't. Behind the story you hear is the one I wish I could make you hear. Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence.

The only thing for it is to use men for sex and never let any of them get so close they could hurt you.

Many of us start out paralyzed by shame and embarrassment, even after we figure out that we don't want to be embarrassed by sex. The beliefs we were taught—that our bodies, our desires, and sex are dirty and wrong—make it very hard to develop healthy sexual self-esteem.

One of the most valuable things we learn from open sexual lifestyles is that our programming about love, intimacy, and sex can be rewritten. When we begin to question all the ways we have been told we ought to be, we can begin to edit and rewrite our old tapes.

We dream of a world where no one is driven by desires they have no hope of fulfilling, where no one suffers from shame for their desires or embarrassment about their dreams, where no one is starving from lack of love or sex. We dream of a world where no one is limited by rules that dictate that they must be less of a person than they have the capacity to be.

centuries of censorship have left us with very little adequate language with which to discuss the joys and occasional worries of sex.

We are now hearing people refer to certain of their lovers as "friends with benefits," an interesting concept. Why shouldn't we share the manifold benefits of sex with our friends, making sex a natural part of the love and honor and loyalty and openheartedness that we already share?

The cultural ban on having sex with your friends is an inevitable offshoot of a societal belief that the only acceptable reason to have sex is to lead to a monogamous marriagelike relationship.

If you believe that you can use sex to shore up your fragile self-esteem by stealing someone else's, we feel sorry for you, because this will never work to build a solid sense of self worth, and you will have to go on stealing more and more and never getting fulfilled.

People will always choose more money over more sex.