It is timeless to fear sex, or at least the fear of consequences from enjoying sex. My generation seems unique with AIDS, but there's always been calamitous diseases either way.

I resent this.

From what I understand, the only time in history people enjoyed sex was two to three years in the 70's, before AIDS.

I have never been 100% happy about sex, because of fear.

I uttered outloud, "I want to live life! I want to live happily!" It is unfair to fear sex. I gave up fearing food because it's necessary. I shouldn't have to fear the necessary, like sex. True, we won't die if we don't have it, but it's certainly healthy.

I had such hot sex the other day. I have wanted to be nailed like that for years. I enjoy how it makes me feel in relation to art. We artists live life better than anyone. We understand, on the deepest level, the stupidity of what seems like a life with it's rules, it's structures, it's supposed civilization.

I experience an ethereal deluge of light into my head when I paint. When I fuck, my body experiences light from the inside out. I require feeling my body emit energy of it's own.

I don't know why, but I love cock. With his balls on my forehead I laughed to myself. It is absurd to have balls on your forehead. Yet, it's satisfying. That's what Mary must have felt with Joseph.

I deserve to experience sex in it's highest potency and brilliance. When they make the movie on my life, I want it to kick Frida Kahlo's sexual ass.