Quotes About Sexuality

My sexuality's something that's intimate. It's not anything that I'm ashamed of.

After my second marriage failed... I said, 'You know, could I have a relationship with a man? A loving relationship with a man that would involve intimacy?' For a while, before I did get into a relationship, I saw, for a few years, either women or men. And I found that I could be attracted to both.

Well, it'd certainly be fascinating if we discovered that gays were better at being married than heterosexuals are. Talk about irony.

If I can inspire someone or help somebody to deal with their issues and their sexuality, then I'm here for it.

How many gangsters you know, from Al Capone up to John Gotti, been gay?

Sex is God's joke on human beings.

I think there's too many gay jokes in comedy and not enough honest explorations of sexuality.

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Y en la fornicación, que es un bien general, debe haber democracia libre, porque si no… va a haber que hacerlo por correspondencia…

Follamos o fornicamos? - Lo que sea, Pepe, pero pronto, que tengo hora en la peluqueria.

I sometimes try to imagine what would have happened if we'd known the bonobo first and the chimpanzee only later—or not at all. The discussion about human evolution might not revolve as much around violence, warfare and male dominance, but rather around sexuality, empathy, caring and cooperation. What a different intellectual landscape we would occupy!

I sometimes try to imagine what would have happened if we'd known the bonobo first and the chimpanzee only later or not at all. The discussion about human evolution might not revolve as much around violence, warfare, and male dominance, but rather around sexuality, empathy, caring, and co-operation. What a different intellectual landscape we would occupy!" , Our Inner Ape

Typically, the young male spreads his legs to show his erection—a sexual invitation—making sure that his back is turned to the other males or that, with his underarm leaning on his knee, one of his hands loosely dangles right next to his penis so that only the wooed female can see

homosexual, most humans may be at the heterosexual end, but every bonobo is totally bi, or a perfect Kinsey

The degree and kind of a man's sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.

You can master tantric yogic poly-orgasmic Wonder Sex but you're still gonna die alone.

Hasn't it ever occurred to you that in your promiscuous pursuit of women you are merely trying to assuage your subconscious fears of sexual impotence? Yes, sir, it has. Then why do you do it? To assuage my fears of sexual impotence.

There must be a certain look of availability in the women I photograph. I think the woman who gives the appearance of being available is sexually much more exciting than a woman who's completely distant. This sense of availability I find erotic.

The world of men and women are making merry in the cemetery grounds. They are having sexual intercourse, God bless them, and I am alone in the Land of Fuck.

I have never seen a place like Paris for varieties of sexual provender. as soon as a woman loses a front tooth or an eye or a leg she goes on the lose. In America she'd starve to death if she had nothing to recommend her but a mutilation. Here it is different. A missing tooth or a nose eaten away or a fallen womb, any misfortune that aggravates the natural homeliness of the female, seems to be regarded as an added spice, a stimulant for the jaded appetites of the male.

How wonderful to put one's cunt to work and use one's brains for pleasure!

This is all a figurative way of speaking about what is unmentionable. What is unmentionable is pure fuck and pure cunt; it must be mentioned only in de luxe editions, otherwise the world will fall apart. What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse. But fuck, the real thing, cunt, the real thing, seems to contain some unidentified element which is far more dangerous than nitroglycerine.

The other night I took her on—out of pity—and what do you think the crazy bitch had done to herself? She had shaved it clean… not a speck of hair on it. Did you ever have a woman who shaved her twat? It's repulsive, ain't it? And it's funny, too. Sort of mad like. It doesn't look like a twat any more: it's like a dead clam or something.

Yes, I think women are really hot. I am, pretty much, a mild lesbian.