Sex is a subset to nature. Here feminism, like all liberal movements of the past two hundred years, is heir to Rousseau. Pitting benign Romantic nature against corrupt society, Rousseau produced the progressivist strain in nineteenth century culture, for which social reform was the means to achieve paradise on earth. The bubble of these hopes was burst by the catastrophe of two world wars. But Rousseauism was reborn in the postwar generation of the Sixties, from which contemporary feminism developed.
Sex is a far darker power that feminism has admitted.
Sex is the point of contact between man and nature, where morality and good intentions fall to primitive urges. Incarnation, the limitation of mind by matter, is an outrage to imagination. Equally outrageous is gender, which we have not chosen but which nature imposed upon us. Our physicality is torment, our body the tree of nature on which Blake sees us crucified. Sex is daemonic.