#omen

If women are the earliest sources of emotional caring and physical nurture for both female and male children, it would seem logical, from a feminist perspective at least, to pose the following questions: whether the search for love and tenderness in both sexes does not originally lead toward women; why in fact women would ever redirect that search; why species-survival, the means of impregnation, and emotional/erotic relationships should ever have become so rigidly identified with each other; and why such violent strictures should be found necessary to enforce women's total emotional, erotic loyalty and subservience to men. ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#subservience #women #love

She was as lovely sleeping as she was dripping in sensuality at the fundraiser ↗

— Kailin Gow

#adult-romance #college #erotica #kailin-gow #music

Don’t cry Meg. It’s not that bad.” “It’s not that bad? Ha! I’m thirty years old, with two black eyes, a swollen nose, a big, honking, yellow knot on my forehead, and the haircut from hell. As if that isn’t enough, I had a transvestite in my bed this morning, my husband is a lying, cheating, cradle robbing, bastard, who at some point slept with my best friend.” Jack scooted over to the middle of the seat, and stopped listening to his head and wrapped his arms around her. Big mistake! From inside, four faces were pressed to the window. “My last orgasm-with a partner- was…hell I can’t remember when! I frequently knock myself out for entertainment purposes, I have little boobs, big feet, squishy panties, nosy neighbors and demon possessed fish. God hates me!” Jack held her tighter. “I have frequent flyer miles at the hospital. I fed my husband marijuana Ex-lax brownies and shoved a marble up his butt.” Jack pulled away to look at her and she was serious. And crying. Big, sad, alligator tears that made his heart swell. “My mother is a holy rolling, Catholic Dr. Ruth, complete with condoms and Rosary beads. I write about relationships and sex, both of which I suck at and I hired a Private Investigator to pimp me out.” Jack burst out laughing and she pushed him away and swatted his shoulder. “And now you’re laughing at me. Could things get any worse? ↗

— Amy Johnson

#love #meg-s-moment #love

Men were born to protect and love, and our women help us to serve a higher purpose. ↗

— Missy Lyons

#love #lust #men #women #love

When it comes to most women I'm just experienced, but with priory nuns I'm a priori. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #love #nuns #sex

I will, however, establish that success in love, as in all other aspects of life, belongs, as a rule, to the persistent and fiber man. Chaucer had reason to make the Old Bath confess: 'The truth is, more or less, we always succumb to attention and perseverance'. ↗

— Frank Harris

#women #love

(...) the easiest to conquer were also more worthy of it, because women have better intuition than men for the love affinity. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love

Quelle come me regalano sogni, anche a costo di rimanerne prive. [...] Quelle come me sono quelle che, nell’autunno della tua vita, rimpiangerai per tutto ciò che avrebbero potuto darti e che tu non hai voluto… ↗

— Alda Merini

#women #love

It's been a rollercoaster ride. There have been some great moments and some low points... like when I was leaving Stax. That's when I actually thought of getting out of the business. ↗

— William Bell

#been #business #getting #great #great moments

Femininity itself has become a brand, a narrow and shrinking formula of commoditised identity which can be sold back to women who have become alienated from their own power as living, loving, labouring beings. ↗

— Laurie Penny

#feminism #women #love