Nympho(mania)
"Hypersexuality is an abnormally increased desire to engage in sexual activities at a level high enough to be considered problematic and clinically significant. The concept replaced the older concepts of nymphomania (or furor uterinus) and satyriasis. Nymphomania was believed to be a female psychological disorder characterized by a hyperactive sex desire and an obsession with sex, and lowered sexual inhibitions, and the sufferer of this condition was colloquially referred as a "nymphomaniac", "nympho" or "sex addict". In males the disorder was called satyriasis (for etymology of the words, see nymph and satyr). "Nymphomania" and "satyriasis" are no longer listed as specific disorders in the DSM-IV, though they remain a part of ICD-10."
in Wikipedia
"Nymphomaniac:
a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man."
(Mignon McLaughlin)
(Mignon McLaughlin)
*photo by Picasso
Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Charles Bukowski
Traveller
trav·el·er or trav·el·ler
n.
One who travels or has traveled, as to distant places.
(...)
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2009 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.
"A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from. "
(Lin Yutang)
*Photo by Michael Kent, "Kiss"
The Traveller
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said
'That man has a curious way of holding his head.'
They pointed me out on the beach; they said 'That man
Will never become as we are, try as he can.'
They pointed me out at the station, and the guard
Looked at me twice, thrice, thoughtfully & hard.
I took the same train that the others took,
To the same place. Were it not for that look
And those words, we were all of us the same.
I studied merely maps. I tried to name
The effects of motion on the travellers,
I watched the couple I could see, the curse
And blessings of that couple, their destination,
The deception practised on them at the station,
Their courage. When the train stopped and they knew
The end of their journey, I descended too.
John Berryman
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