Yes, Naomi—there is a sexually euphoric nervous system. But here’s another line of questioning for you: How do women in slums fuck? Do you think their orgasms are “poetic”? Have they found that the sexual revolution liberated their inner sexual goddess—or has it just straddled her with more neurosis and guilt? What vaginal pulse rate do they achieve while reading Anaïs Nin?
Or perhaps these questions only apply, in real-world terms, to a very, very small group of gals who have the existential energy, personal downtime, and disposable income that allow them to ponder these sorts of things. These are the women who belong to a certain class stratum that rhymes with “witch.”
I had no intention of ever reading this book, but I read this review and it was dynamite!