As a reporting issue, as I was walking around the library stretching my legs and such, I found this book under the shelf of hiking/moutaineering books called "Tongue First:Adventures in Physical Culture". And since the author pic was a of a woman in a bath towel, I thought maybe it would shed light into the world.

So I picked it up and started speed reading it, begining at a section called "fucking". The chapter started off examining her sensations and responses to a male strip show, proceeded to her ruminations on the differences in male/female sexuality and finally a discussion on the more relevant piece of swapping lists of former fuckbuddies(17 groped/made out with, 11 dicks engulfed as she put it) with her friends as a sign of "being with it". Perhaps she didn't hear of Grucho Marx's joke of not wanting to belong to a club which will have her as a member. So I am putting this note here as a reminder to write and explore on this theme a little more in the future.

Meanwhile Wendell Berry on "Industrial" Sex:

It is odd that simply because of its ‘sexual freedom’ our time should be considered extraordinarily physical. In fact, our ‘sexual revolution’ is mostly an industrial phenomenon, in which the body is used as a idea of pleasure or a pleasure machine with the aim of ‘freeing’ natural pleasure from natural consequence. Like any other industrial enterprise, industrial sexuality seeks to conquer nature by exploiting it and ignoring the consequences, by denying any connection between nature and spirit or body and soul, and by evading social responsibility. The spiritual, physical, and economic costs of this ‘freedom’ are immense, and are characteristically belittled or ignored. The diseases of sexual irresponsibility are regarded as a technological problem and an affront to liberty. Industrial sex, characteristically, establishes its freeness and goodness by an industrial accounting, dutifully toting up numbers of ‘sexual partners,’ orgasms, and so on, with the inevitable industrial implication that the body is somehow a limit on the idea of sex, which will be a great deal more abundant as soon as it can be done by robots.