Word: sexualizing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Kinflicks is also an abundantly entertaining progress through the unsettled 60s. Virginia Hull Babcock, 27, comes home to Tennessee to care for her ailing mother. The act is not exactly unselfish, since Ginny has nowhere else to go; her Vermont husband has just thrown her out for practicing sexual yoga with a Viet Nam War resister. The home-town setting reminds Ginny of the home movies-kinflicks, as she and her two brothers called them-that her parents lavished on the events of her childhood. She begins mentally unreeling the X-rated scenes the old folks never...
...speaker wires and refrigerators, worrying only that not enough people would come; some of us vowed noisily that we would not sleep alone that night. With two hours gone our first concern had been resolved. The entryway, the corridors, the dance floor were all packed with bodies. And the sexual tension that infiltrates all relations at Harvard threatened to break through to the surface. Ours, like all parties, had a grim line-up of men against the walls, openly inspecting every clothed package of flesh that squeezed through the doorway, the past the throng, and out onto the floor. Jealous...
...name of Jesus Christ. The virgin priest is "raped," the spirit clawing his buttocks and genitals so badly that he must be hospitalized. Another, Father Peter, faces humiliation as his personal secrets are exposed during the course of an exorcism. A spirit called "The Smiler" gleefully recounts Peter's sexual adventures, before entering the priesthood, with a girlfriend in Ireland. Only Peter and the girl, who has long since died, knew of the incident. There are other costs for an exorcist, according to Martin...
...metal, the twanging of invisible red-hot wires, a shuffling of wood and sand, and maybe, just maybe, the sound of something human. A woman coos in a muted voice, as if she were speaking through bed sheets. A man wails deep; his anguish, supposedly lashed to a sexual moment, is only the synthetic spawn of the recording studio--artificial, abstract. A chorus of women chant undecipherable orisons to some street-wise goddess of love. Their voices are synchronized to a single, thin line; you can't tell if there are three, ten, or thirty women singing...
...pioneering research, his prolific writing career, and his eventual rise to the position of spokesman for the school of behavioristic psychology. The book does have its personable side, for Skinner doesn't balk at recounting more commonplace exploits that we can sympathize with: for example, his bumbling adolescent sexual adventures, reminiscent of those of Holden Cauldfield and Woody Allen. But although ordered, it is not cohesive, and appeals mainly to a circle of dedicated admirers curious about this "queer bird's" personal history and feelings about himself. The episodic sit-on-my-knee-grandson-and-I'll-tell...