Dopes, he'd read somewhere, made the best husbands. Dopes, and saps too. Maybe they made the best anything, when it came to women--provided they had the wealth. Maybe he was a wealthy dope.
Dopes made the best husbands...and, guess what? Maybe compulsive sex slaves made the best wives, you ask him. Wives who defined themselves by the number of times they made their husbands come. The more they did, the better they were as wives, in their minds. His, anyway.
'See, I am my orgasms,' he said, trying not to sound too dopey. 'We are all just our orgasms. All we can do is try and make them good and memorable. We are our orgasms and our memories. That is all. And so damn what?'
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
