I'm thinking of a title. The title refers to the young women participants and is something of the nature along "Hate Vessels" or "Recepticals for Hatred" or a variation on this idear. This was spurned on by a friend over the weekend what showed me a little booklet that his live in girlfriend masturbates from. It was an antique really. From the 1980s I think. It was a little pamphlet of sex stories punctuated with blaqck & white images from pornographic films every twenty pages or so. I said "Oh yeah" and smile discreetly as I flipped through and one of these images assaulted my imagination. It was a man taking a voluptuous oiled woman from behind, they facing the camera eye. Photography being wqhat it is, it often reveals a truth in its component frames that is not readily apparent at 24 frames per second. Anyway, the captured depiction of the man's contorted expression was of pure rage, while the woman was both serene and delighted. Her eyes closed, her lips parted. A bliss and accomplishment was eminating from her, and it was cxlear to me she was drawing in the man's rage as of a life giving nectar, her contentment in direct proportion to the degree to which the male's rage worked out of him and into her, filling her up. I handed the booklet back to my friend with a masquerading laugh, spent the necessary moments with him afterward to cover the trail of my intentions, then ostensibly went to their toilet to "take a piss" only to masturbate furiously over their sink abnd subsequently washed the viscosity down the drain with hot tap water.

That is correct. Such tensions and confusions are worth enduring and protracting, though. It can be a beautiful thinfg.

i concur.