Lipton’s Journal/January 24, 1955/222
Wrestlers and boxers. Another great dichotomy in people. Givers are wrestlers—takers are boxers. It even carries over into love. Boxers are unisexuals, wrestlers bisexuals. The taker likes hard sharp fucking unless they are being done to—like the boxer’s rub-down after a fight. The wrestler has his rubdown in the fight. I am a wrestler, and my idea of love is more the embrace, the love-play, the lingering and swelling, rather than the rat-tat-tat of hard fast fucking. And what I remember is that the first orgasm of my life (which was the best) came when I was thirteen and wrestling with a boy.