This was forgotten during the struggle for sexual liberation. Once sex became permissible, it increasingly came to be measured by quantitative standards: "How much are you getting sport?" This paternally enough, becomes an ego game, which, reinforced by natural horniness. fights a never ending battle against laziness and guile with little hope of resolution. Can there be no release? Few men realize that many of the complaints of the Women's Liberation movement relate directly to the things that they themselves have always been annoyed at: the passivity of women, their lack of intellectual daring, the forced scenario of roles in sexual relations.

You see, all through history one civilization after another has been desperately unhappy, muddled, or at least, perverse because they haven't been able to put themselves at ease about sex. It took man until Freud to figure out that it was sex that he wanted. I say "all through history" meaning of course, history as we know it. History-as-we-know-it doesn't have anything to do with real history. The history we know is the big thoughts, battles, and discoveries of a few kings, generals, religion-founders, writers, and painters. What the 99 per cent of the people who ever lived did with their lives we'll never know. Maybe some of them avoided social conventions, taboos, and perversity to find true freedom and naturalness in their sex. But we know that the people we read about never did.)

WHAT we want to do is make it so sex isn't a problem. Sex isn't a problem. Just ask Richard Brautigan. Ask Tony Conigliaro. Ask Charlie Manson, and Laura Nyro. It's our society that is the problem. (How many times have we heard that before .... Our society, the idea of it is a nothing.) All I know is that it isn't in man's nature as an animal to be so upset and un-relaxed about sex. He isn't afraid to talk about his acting. Somewhere back when the Church rose to incredible power, during the Dark Ages, those who were in charge of things began sending at down that masturbating grew warts on your hands. wanting to make love was "impure," and a whole lot of other stuff, quite a bit of which made its way to our ears through the mouths of our parents and their peers.

So we can try. But our generation will never be able to escape the craziness of the way it was before us. We are what we have been. On the other hand such people as Dr. Graham Blaine of the University Health Services not withstanding maybe we can realize that there is more to get out of a love relationship than just security.

In fact, trying to milk security out of love is a pretty sure way to kill it off, the love, that is. The counselors and the manuals have a lot to say about the two of you "building something together" and never anything about taking it as it comes. I don't know why- maybe all those experts, who have so much to say. found in middle life that all that building they did has turned out to be a bore, crashing down on them. terrifying them with its waste, making them jealous of all those bursting pubescence who haven't missed the boat yet and who, if left to their own devices, might find their way through to something for themselves that's a lot better than that fucking building.

Imagine getting to be 55 and having the unbearable sensation that, after all, you have nothing, because you've been preparing all your life, nurturing your fugitive vision of security, one finger always in the dike, somewhere a decorous pinky floating over your inexorably cooling cup of tea, and you didn't feel your viscera, sagging with disuse and un-excitement, sighing into atrophy. You lost your sense of where love was and might have been, inside your insides. The beast in the jungle, at last. You don't even love yourself, so you have to prove that it was inevitable, that yours is the human condition. by making sure that it happens to the kid too.

"Security" is just an illusion anyway- this is the void, baby, that we're all in free fall whether we like it or not, so why not? Just relax and enjoy it like the Southern girls do.