the clitoris

I ran across this passage in a women’s erotica book I purchased recently: “Sacred and magical little organ! Praise be to it, she thought. Temples should be built in its honour, ceremonies inaugurated. There was no other part of the human body fashioned exclusively for enjoyment. Only the vibrant clitoris, instantly responsive to stimulation.”

I ran across this passage in a women’s erotica book I purchased recently:
“Sacred and magical little organ! Praise be to it, she thought. Temples should be built in its honour, ceremonies inaugurated. For centuries the phallus has been revered, worshipped, fashioned into icons – obelisks, standing stones, all representing the male member. But now it was time the clitoris took precedence – that febrile bundle of nerve endings designed for satisfaction. There was no other part of the human body fashioned exclusively for enjoyment. Only the vibrant clitoris, instantly responsive to stimulation. By comparison the penis was a dull, cloddish thing. No wonder man feared woman, and had done their best to ignore or denigrate her pleasure zone. ”(1)
I didn’t agree with it completely, but every sentence intrigued me whether I agreed or not. What a fascinatingly new way to look at the clitoris, which – for all its undeniable pleasure – has been overlooked time and again throughout history.

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