Osame Osayande > Recent Status Updates

Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words,
promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore.

I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was his message. Clinical sex, deprived of all the warmth of love-the orchestration of all the senses, touch, hearing, sight, palate; all the euphoric accompaniments, background music, moods, atmosphere, variations-forced him to resort to literary aphrodisiacs.

But did anyone ever experience pleasure from reading a clinical description? Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh?

it’s feeling like 3.5 🥲

"Yes. But I think chastity, really, went out when birth control came in. If there is no 'consequence —it just isn't import-ant. People's ideas the things they say about affaires-begin to shift enormously, and their ideas are half a generation behind their conduct—their experiments."

Or you can have an imitation masculine attitude toward sex, and a succession of meaningless affairs, promiscuity, (the street, that is) taking your pay in orchids and dinner-dates instead of money left on the dresser.

"Freedom from men? Which of us is free who is emotionally absorbed in any man? The choices for women used to be: mar-riage, the convent, or the street. They're just the same now.
Marriage has the same name. Or you can have a career, letting it absorb all emotional energy just like the convent).

The principal thing that relieving women from the dullness of domesticity did, was to relieve men from any necessity of offering stability in return for love, fidelity and so on.

"We are free. Applesauce! Free to pay our own rent, and buy our own clothes, and put up with the eccentricities of three to eight men who have authority over us in business, instead of having to please just one husband.

Clothes were real. I bought many clothes so that, when Peter called up, I could say "come over instantly" and I would be marvellously dressed. I dressed carefully, always, because I might meet some friend of Peter's, who would go back to him and say, "I saw Patricia; she was looking beautiful." Then he would call up sooner.