While I always chose bones, strong lines, and faces that looked as if they could spit in an eye at twenty paces, my male colleagues went for the dimple, the pout, and the pink. The smallest trace of embarrassment in the girl's smile or in her eyes embarrassed the men, any hint of the film star's self satisfied narcissism also put them off, and so did the sleek, costly beauty of a fashion model. A ngry feminists say pornography demeans women by presenting them as sex objects, yet hundreds of women write to advice columns complaining that their boyfriend's pornography makes them feel they aren't sex object enough. It isn't easy for any woman to understand the male's atavistic gusto or his quick, infallible celebration before the image of cunt. As long as women see sex as love they are bound to be miffed when men offer to the open air what they feel should be pledged to them.
Males turn images into action, and women turn their fantasies into motives for love.
The instantaneous response to what he sees is part of a young man's sexuality, intrinsic to it, even necessary to it. To shame him for this quirk could cause us all considerable harm, because his sexuality is dependent upon his ego. It is as much due to the male's ego as to his sperm that humankind keeps on reproducing. Nevertheless, these days, both male ego and male sperm are being routinely frozen. The ability men have to lust joyfully at the sight of the female, and then to fuck without commitment, is being seen increasingly as contemptible.