Lipton’s Journal/February 7, 1955/516
I have postulated unisexuality and bisexuality. It is enough in talking of people to communicate the idea that for life there is never a one, there is always at least a Two. But, actually, if I could carry it far enough, there would be a Three and a Four and so forth, until one could say people are potentially n-sexual or even ∞-sexual.
As little examples, are the fragmentary sexual desires one senses vaguely at times toward animals, toward nature itself, and the concretions of nature. I know that to make love outdoors with the sun on my back is so exciting that I’m ready to come as soon as my pants are off. And it is not so much the illicitness of it as the sense of the sun and the space. Once, in the Army, alone on a guard post in the hills, I masturbated because I was so excited by the privacy, the isolation, and the presence of nature. So, shoe fetishists, and all the freaks, cranks, coocoos and queers in the pages of Ellis.[1] Perhaps, poor bastards, they were more developed than us although in crippled ways given the total non-acceptance of S.
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- ↑ Havelock Ellis (1859-1939), a British doctor who wrote extensively on human sexuality, including a six-volume work, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, published from 1897-1928.
