Word: joys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Double Jeopardy. Given the conflicting demands, a political wife begins to wonder who she is. She may lose her sense of worth and identity. "Politics has nullified my personality," claims Joy Dirksen Baker, who has suffered double political jeopardy, as it were. Her father was the sonorous Senate orator Everett Dirksen; her husband is Tennessee Senator Howard Baker. "The problem started with my father, who was famous," she says. "Then the Watergate hearings came along, and Howard catapulted to prominence. I've always felt I was sort of an appendage...
...just a housewife, but I sure want to thank you for your lonely struggle for sexual freedom. Your book, The Joy of Sex, enriched my life, particularly that terrific section on "sauces and pickles" (I've been getting into them with relish, if you know what I mean...
...comes your new book, More Joy. It just knocks me out-that's all I can say. It is really heartwarming to read that "there is nothing to be afraid of, and never was." You took the words out of my mouth when you wrote that all our sexual complications are produced by "garbage" people who oppose "sexual turned-on-ness." (I really admire your way with words...
...guess the only thing to do is to consider group sex-the big new message in More Joy. I like your idea that we shouldn't call them "orgies" any more but merely "sharing." After all, who's against sharing? I can believe it when you say that everyone comes back from an orgy-oops, I mean from a sharing -feeling "breathless, guiltless and ready to return to propriety." Maybe that's because "the main expedience in sharing is quietude, and the intention is sensual rather than sexual." I must say I don't really...
...couplings. Several years pass. Johan gets married again, but not to the student. So does Marianne. They meet. The old libidinous magic still works. They head for a clandestine weekend in a country cottage, free at last, or so Bergman would have us believe, to breathe the oxygen of joy that marriage to each other had throttled...