Boundaries of the Sexual Sex is a peculiar mystery. And yet, the things that flip the switch from still to alert, from disinterested to hungry, these things are mysterious, inexplicable, unpredictable. And yet none of them was particularly sexy. Each of them seemed to me, in her own way, the most beautiful thing I could imagine, and yet each was no more than a flawed, perhaps better than average, human being. In fact, it is not a line, it is the blurry surface of a beach, that divides them.
Food can be sexy.
So can taking a woman's coat, or having her lift a lock of stray hair from your temple. Genital contact may have no sensual edge to it at all, just the friction of meats in oil. And there is no body part that is not erogenous. June Walechska is my case in point. That's not her name, of course.