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.

Sunday

(1) Sexual Phases of the Moon

Her heart changes, even if this—to her slightly guilty surprise—is only a little later.
Maybe, she thinks bitterly, a little later, he is having some phase of the moon. Some phase of the moon affecting his sex drive, lowering his sex drive.
A phase of the moon is it, or…
Or, maybe, on the other hand...On the other hand, the indefinable catch in his voice that very first time—out on the mountain in the morning—was never quite the same again, was it?
And perhaps this, in some important way, has something to do with what’s happened. The catch in his voice then had a certain something indefinable—a certain abject, Oh-God-I-can’t-help-myself, my-need-is-so-great, trapped-animal quality to it—that first morning. Anyway, making her glad not to be him. Not to be a man.

Wednesday

Unique way of summoning men to her apartment

She has a unique way of summoning men to her apartment.
This involves a trick with her husband’s cat.
She has trained the cat to approach men in a sweet and charming way by brushing itself around their legs, twisting itself against their preferably bare shins and ankles in a gentle and pleasantly sensual manner. The cat is well known in the building, and this action signals that it wishes to be taken home in the elevator. Accompanying the cat in the elevator, the man gets out on her apartment floor—and the cat leads whoever it is to her front door. Here the cat starts to meow repeatedly, in increasing volume until she appears to open the door.
This she does with a shy, thankful smile, and often in a state of undress, having ‘just showered.’
She is an artist, is imaginative, and somewhat unstable.
The cat appears to select men in some kind of random process, which possibly adds to the piquancy of the whole thing.The great irony is that the husband dotes totally on the cat, treating it more like a son than a mere animal.

Sunday

Everyday Lament of a Simple Man

He was in bitter-sweet mood, more bitter than sweet.
You know, he went on, in the month before we married, we had more sex in that time than in a year these days. Sex had been freely given, with what looked like enthusiasm too, practically anytime and anywhere.
Now all it did was cost. Cost him time, money, and doing things. And all that still was not enough. More cost, less sex. He ended up, he said, doing it by hand.
He seemed to be looking for sympathy, empathy, something. His eyes got distant.
Yeah well, he went on, thank God for Molly Palm and her five daughters. And the fact that he never left home without them, being joined at the wrist, so to speak. Ha! Ha! He never had to look for them either, when the time came, see. And cost him nothing. His laugh, when it came, was small.

Wednesday

The Meaning of Life—Official

To have some little excitement, well, you have to have a Little Fever.
A Little Fever goes a long, long way, though. Long enough for him. And he has Two.
They both seem to want a piece of little him, so why not?
Let them work out who gets what, when and who sleeps where. He doesn’t mind.
All life is about...easy orgasms, many as possible. And, if you are fortunate, a gentle death in the night.
And how does he know this? In mid-orgasm he does not ask where he is, or where he is going, or why. He knows. He is, just is. Jolted into pleasurably being, knowing this is where he wants to be.
Life is as many easy orgasms as you can have, and then you die—and if you are very fortunate, you die fucking.

Tuesday

(2) A year in the Life of a Would-be Model

Unposed, candid, sweet pictures of strange, compelling intimacy and raw power in someone so young, so beautiful, totally unafraid.
Among the rawest, sweetest, most powerful is this: A candid, matte blow up of a young woman fitting a tampon. Totally innocent, wholly honest, fully female, summing up what it is...to be a Young Woman with Tampon.
Summing up A Would-be Model. Disturbing, memorable, without guile, and without question original. No question.Her old Swiss art teacher would be proud.

Sunday

(1) A Year in the Life of a Would-be Model

The daily life of this Would-be Model over a year comprises hundreds of candid Canons of her in assorted states of undress, mood and manner. Of her, in any day and everyday moody madness.
Unposed pictures—genuine, truly unposed pictures—of her, say, rising from a water closet seat from behind the unclosed door; her, riding a pillow, to plain, simple everyday fantastical masturbatory orgasm; and her heaped on her bed, collapsed under a handful of mellow yellows.
Her…candid, unposed, kneeling on a carpet, legs slightly apart in a Y, her short party dress riding above sheer white panties, her face stretching into a yawn—Is this end of a late night or start of an early morning?—and tugging at her thin shoulder strap with one hand, with the other searching her exposed crotch.

Saturday

Politically incorrect things he said (so politically correct don't read further...)

Italian women had great buns, but they were over by thirty.
French women were extremely sour, and they were constipated at the most inconvenient times. This often made sex unpredictable.
Chinese women, in particular, he said, found oral sex unclean and distasteful.
Asian men, in general, he said, came with smaller ‘packages.’ So that during the Vietnam War era Afro-American men enjoyed high demand.
How he knew all this was not clear, but knew it he did. He spoke with great authority.
His most politically incorrect statement he saved for last…Jewish women, he said, were great in bed but monsters anywhere else. Except for his mother, they were all hookers. And looking around for his wife as he spoke—looking out of the corner of his eye, and with his mouth twisted towards his listener—he added, more softly, ‘They can also hear things at great distances.’

Friday

He was not envious

She made her lover pull out on the point of coming. She said two or three times a day—minimum.
When he heard her say this, far from being envious, all he could feel was involuntary, sharp pain. And he could not bump into her again without feeling discomfort.

Thursday

Her great secret

‘I am going to tell you a great secret.’
She murmurs softly to him, in her slightly insane musical tones. He will listen well.
‘I don’t know why I am going to tell you this. But I suppose it is because I know you will go away soon, accustomed as I have grown to you. You will go away soon, and I will leave you with something of me.’
‘You have already. You have given me everything.’ True, no longer was he a boy. She has made him something...something more.
‘No, no, no.’ She shakes her head, remonstrating with him. ‘Not everything. And this...’ She points at the two of them in the mirror overhead, lying naked in the sun, on her bed of black satin sheets, ‘...is not everything. For a woman. Even for me.
Fucking for her, it seems, is not everything. He nods his head, waiting for her to continue…
She doesn’t. The great secret is out. Has been told.

Sunday

How to pick up an older man in a famous Paris hotel Bar

She sees him glance down at his slim, flat case. Thinking, should he or should he not?
God, how much prompting does he need? Looking down, like some country boy…at a country fair. She says, ‘What would you have done? Say I’d been one of your daughters’ friends...And you ran across me in Paris...And I was drinking cocktails alone, looking out of everything. Lonely little damsel...’
Gaaawd, must she start flashing green lights, all over, like some road sign…Lonely little damsel, in distress. Gaaawd’s Sake!
‘I’d say, Listen, aren’t you...? You’d say, Yes I am, and then I’d say, Why don’t you have dinner with me? Anyway, coffee. Madge, or maybe Jenny, will never forgive us...’
Congratulations! ‘So why don’t we play act?’ Like Madge or Jenny will never forgive them, right?
Say she doesn’t fuck their father.

Friday

Ridiculous...but

As he aged, he found himself going with women younger and younger. Even he knew this was ridiculous, but he could not bring himself to change.

Thursday

(2) A Man Speaks of Eating Pussy

I like your refreshing honesty on the topic. Boring...like eating pussy...it can take forever, if you are not careful. Fortunately there is nothing much to swallow, most of the time. But there are exceptions...

Wednesday

(1) A Woman Speaks of Giving Head

Giving head to a man is often quite disgusting, to be honest with you, and sometimes when it takes a long time for him it is sooo boring!!!

Tuesday

(2) Thirty Minute Rule

It is also said that once a Man and a Woman decide a prospect exists for pursuing one another further, then within thirty minutes:
The Woman tends to hint at having an unusually strong libido.
The Man tends to hint that a long term commitment is feasible.

Sunday

(1) Three Second Rule

It is said that men and women decide within three seconds of meeting whether any prospect exists for pursuing one another further.
Men decide the issue by asking themselves: ‘Is a one night stand possible tonight?’
Women decide the issue by asking themselves: ‘Can I see myself with this man for the rest of our lives?’
Very first impressions—whether conscious or not—made within three seconds on meeting, decide everything, it is said.