Libido, fascination, too much oral defecation. White trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy.
I have the libido of a 15-year-old boy. My sex drive is so high. I'd rather have sex with Brian all the time than leave the house. He doesn't mind.
Real competition can drive up testosterone, which boosts libido.
I know what it's like to have an inflated libido.
Women I know are smart, educated, intelligent, capable of doing anything that anybody else can do.
I'm for a high libido president! I applaud him if he gets up and picks up women.
There is something very intriguing about, for example, the sense of accomplishment that a small child has, which you might be able to reduce to aggression and libido, but which might also have some independent existence.
In early psychoanalytic thought, narcissism was - and still, of course, is - self-love. The early psychoanalysts used to talk of libido directed at the self. That now feels a little quaint, that kind of language. But it does include the most fierce and self-displaying form of one's individual self. And in this way, it can be dangerous. When you look at Donald Trump, you can really see someone who's destructive to any form of life enhancement in virtually every area. And if that's what Fromm means by malignant narcissism, then it definitely applies.
So you’re saying the afterlife is hard on the libido? FYI, that’s probably not a good bullet point for your recruiting brochure.
I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest, and you can’t be a eunuch artist.
Creativity reduces instinctual tension, it fuses pleasure with reality, and satisfies the libido.
My love stories are about people who are reluctant to actualize what they so desperately want. They are timid, cautious, but eventually they dare to speak. My characters are not only hesitant; they are ambivalent about which way their libido flows: toward men or women? They are fluid in their sexuality, and this ambivalence says more about how we think about sex today than, say, Tinder. And this is a truly modern idea: Most of us don't know who we are sexually.
I have the libido of a 15-year-old boy. . .
