Joan Price states on page 145, “If we could all just enjoy what we enjoy without moralizing about what other people enjoy, what a wonderful world it would be.”
Funny how we thrive on our assumptions.
The details, though, are not only in the unique pairings, the flights of the imagination. They are also like the dancer’s bleeding feet, the constant effort in the face of fatigue or boredom, the fantasy gone sour.
A television program about two sex researchers? I wasn’t drawn to it, but have changed my mind. The story begins mildly titillating, with brazen prostitutes and daring civilians offering themselves to be viewed and analyzed scientifically while having sex. Masters, the dour, repressed genius, is convinced that finding out how sex works in human beingsContinue reading “Masters of Sex”