It was a feeling of loyalty to our own sex and an enthusiasm to have every degradation that was put upon our sex removed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity.
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
It was character that got us out of bed, commitment that moved us into action, and discipline that enabled us to follow through.
We were so fundamental that almost everything had been stripped away from the place of worship. Think of the role words can play, when all other enticements and sensual attractions are gone.
There we were in the middle of a sexual revolution wearing clothes that guaranteed we wouldn't get laid.
It was just that we had this phenomenal honeymoon relationship that just kept on going.
Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.
My reasons for declaring a sexual preference had to do less with the pursuit of personal freedom than with the lust for pure shock value.
If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being.