Masters of Sex +the limbo they produced

this is an update for the anniversary of my sexually neurotic post Dead to Me

I am gonna furnish it with some visuals later on , which might offend. I feel that I Must, however, – for the sake of the young yearning – to – be-radical, but still suffocated with reproductive hormonal magic , called lust & who feel the acuteness of being trapped in this- neither pro-creative, nor recreative limbo

Since I already did most of my spinning on this lovely lady’s post’s comment section – i’ll link it http://celestial mysteries. in the final comments I’ve gotten to the bottom of my argument on WHY female sex drive exists & why on Earth most of it is enemy-oriented

 

For those not in the know –  Masters + Johnson were a diabolical pair of sex researchers, who called put their names to the Sexual Revolution (AKA turning woman-kind from coerced whores to 1 man – into manipulated skanks for any man)

There was a rather wonderful TV show by Showtime ,honouring them.  in the final & best season for the newly sorta-liberated character Libby, she has an incredulous outburst @ her spouse ( Masters] about him actually knowing how to satisfy her, on top of being an underground friggin sex guru ,~&  but never choosing to do so before.  

….to be continued