'Sex should be wild. Unfettered and free. We're animals,
aren't we? And, basically, we're all wolves in sheep's fur.
I always wanted more. Not frequency, I am not talking about frequency,
although that would have been great, too. I wanted more intensity.
I wanted to be out there, outside myself, outside my skin.
I wanted sex to be like
robbing life out of the jaws of death!
It does not interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to
dream of meeting your heart's longing. It does not interest me
how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a
fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain. I want to know if you can sit
with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it
or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the
tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human
