Money is like sex. Some people believe that the more sexual experiences they have, with as many different people as possible, the more fulfill...
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History leaves no doubt that among of the most regrettable crimes committed by human beings have been committed by those human beings who thought of themselves as civilized. What, we must ask, does our civilization possess that is worth defending? One thing worth defending, I suggest, is the imperative to imagine the lives of beings who are not ourselves and are not like ourselves: animals, plants, gods, spirits, people of other countries, other races, people of the other sex, places and enemies.
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When Apollo Mission Astronaut Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only gave his famous one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind statement but followed it by several remarks, usual com traffic between him, the other astronauts and Mission Control. Just before he re-entered the lander, however, he made the enigmatic remark; 'Good luck Mr. Gorsky.'
Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no Mr. Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the Good luck Mr. Gorsky statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.
Just last year, (on 5 July 1995 in Tampa Bay, FL) while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26-year-old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. Mr. Gorsky had finally died and so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.
When he was a kid, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hits a fly ball which landed in the front of his neighbors bedroom windows. His neighbors were Mr. And Mrs. Gorsky.
As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky. 'Oral sex! You want oral sex?! You'll get oral sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!'
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If I was telling that story in a '50s style, it would have been a melodrama, ... a story of 'An innocent girl falls into the seedy, sordid world of bondage and then sees the light and is born again.' If I were telling it now in an urban, sophisticated way, you would have a story about a girl who is a free spirit, who does these lighthearted bondage photos, then she crashes and she turns to religion which would be the tragedy in the modern view, because it's so polarized now that people see any religion as representing the horrible forces of puritanism. I was trying to comment on the sad confusion surrounding sex at that time, present it in a complex way, and give her religion a fair hearing too.
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Sex is the biggest nothing of all time.
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Endlessly, time-honoured irritant, A bubble is restively forming at your tip....
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Good sex is like good Bridge: if you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand
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We do not go to bed in single pairs; even if we choose not to refer to them, we still drag there with us the cultural impedimenta of our social class, our parents lives, our bank balances, our sexual and emotional expectations, our whole biographies -- all the bits and pieces of our unique existences.
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A sex symbol becomes a thing. I hate being a thing.
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Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.
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Prostitution is the supreme triumph of capitalism. Worst of all, prostitution reinforces all the old dumb clich?s about women's sexuality; that they are not built to enjoy sex and are little more than walking masturbation aids, things to be DONE TO, things so sensually null and void that they have to be paid to indulge in fornication, that women can be had, bought, as often as not sold from one man to another. When the sex war is won prostitutes should be shot as collaborators for their terrible betrayal of all women, for the moral tarring and feathering they give indigenous women who have had the bad luck to live in what they make their humping ground.
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Austin Powers No doubt, love, but as long as people are still having promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners without protection while at the same time experimenting with mind-expanding drugs in a consequence-free environment, I'll be sound as a pound
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Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond.
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The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
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Women's sex-partner numbers are dependent on things other than attractiveness. Because of the way that the sexual system in humans works, women are choosy. They are being sexually competed for . They have to be wooed and all that.
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A couple's relationship often moves to the back burner as they focus on the new baby and temporarily prefer sleep over sex.
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If sex is such a natural phenomenon, how come there are so many books on how to?
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There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
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So far, all of the ethical discussions about sex selection have focused on 'what if' scenarios without any legitimate data. This study should provide a legitimate framework to better lead the discussion about the realistic implications of sex selection technology.
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They want to know a lot about sex, but I don't think all their questions are being answered. That's where I come in. ... I tell them, 'Please ask me.' There is no such thing as a silly or stupid question.
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If you write fiction you are, in a sense, corrupted. There's a tremendous corruptibility for the fiction writer because you're dealing mainly with sex and violence. These remain the basic themes, they're the basic themes of Shakespeare whether you like it or not.
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Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.
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Sex in the morning. Which is the best time to have it. As long as you've cleaned your teeth beforehand.
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He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but
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The chemistry of couples is much like chemistry at the work bench. At the work bench, if the components are correctly chosen, the resulting compounds are likely to be more stable. Similarly with people, if a partner is carefully chosen, the resulting chemical bond between the two will more likely be more stable as opposed to selecting a partner at random. If sex is added to the chemistry and enjoyed by both then stability in the relationship is even more likely to be guaranteed.
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BABE or BABY, n. A misshapen creature of no particular age, sex, or condition, chiefly remarkable for the violence of the sympathies and antipathies it excites in others, itself without sentiment or emotion. There have been famous babes; for example, little Moses, from whose adventure in the bulrushes the Egyptian hierophants of seven centuries before doubtless derived their idle tale of the child Osiris being preserved on a floating lotus leaf.Ere babes were invented The girls were contended. Now man is tormented Until to buy babes he has squandered His money. And so I have pondered This thing, and thought may be'T were better that Baby The First had been eagled or condored. --Ro Amil
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I can live without it all -- love with its blood pump, sex with its messy hungers, men with their peacock strutting, their silly sexual baggage, their wet tongues in my ear.
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TIO SMÅ NISSAR:
Midvinternattens köld är svår tio små nissar i djupsnö går. Rävsax gömd under skynke vitt knipsar nisse av på mitt. Livsandarna snabbt för honom tryter snart i eget blod han flyter.
Nio små nissar i midnattstimma traskar fram i månljusstrimma. Ugglan hoar i sitt näste istapp faller från sitt fäste. Nisse spetsas utav tappen tomte ligger död på trappen.
Utanför dörren står gröten och ångar åtta nissars intresse fångar. Under stigande hunger faten de nalkar en stackars tomte på kanten halkar. Han flyter, han kämpar, han svettas, blir blöt men sjunker likväl i kvicksandens gröt.
Många springor stugan har där sju tomtar in sig tar. Katten som bakom dörren ruva slukar nisse med hull och luva. Resterna av tomtehand suger misse bort från tand.
Sex små nissar mot julbord ila snabbt dom uppför bordsben kila. När sista tomten över kanten hasar tappar han greppet och neråt rasar. Faller nedåt likt ett lod mattan färgas röd av tomteblod.
Tomtar fem i väldig iver springer runt ty hungern river. Nisse snubblar på sitt skägg faller rätt på knivens egg. Lilla nisse, stackars saten rinner ut i sillsalaten.
Fyra nissar har festat på sill och nu de törsten sin släcka vill. Mot glöggen de springer i samlad tropp och tar för sig i varsin kopp. Ner faller nisse i glögghett hav likt en skållad mandel, hans skinn faller av.
Tre små tomtar i granen svingar mellan ljus och änglavingar. Nisse sig för nära våga strax han står i ljusan låga. Doftar snart likt en vidbränd stek ångrar då sin ystra lek.
Två små tomtar omkring sig tittar så en smällkaramell de hittar. Nisse ner på den då hoppar men för detta den ej stoppar. I tak, på golv, på gardin med frans finns nu nisses hjärnsubstans.
Husbonn stiger upp i natten för att kasta lite vatten. Under husbonns tunga toffla nisse blir till krämig våffla. Snön ligger vit lite här och var inte en djävla tomte finns kvar.
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If any of us hopes to survive, s/he must meet the extremity of the American female condition with immediate and political response. The thoroughly destructive and indefensible subjugation of the majority of Americans cannot continue except at the peril of the entire body politic.
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Much of the ill-tempered railing against women that has characterized the popular writing of the last two years is a half-hearted attempt to find a way back to a more balanced relationship between our biological selves and the world we have built. So women are scolded both for being mothers and for not being mothers, for wanting to eat their cake and have it too, and for not wanting to eat their cake and have it too.
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