Love's Coming-of-Age (1906)

There are a few of both sexes, doubtless, who hardly feel the passion-who have never been "in love," and who experience no strong sexual appetite--but these are rare. Practically the passion is a matter of universal experience; and speaking broadly and generally we may say it is a matter on which it is quite desirable that every adult at some time or other should have actual experience. There may be exceptions; but, as said, the instinct lies so deep and is so universal, that for the understanding of life--of one's own life, of that of others, and of human nature in general--as well as for the proper development of one's own capacities, such experience is as a rule needed.

And here in passing I would say that in the social life of the future this need will surely be recognised, and that (while there will be no stigma attaching to voluntary celibacy) the state of enforced celibacy in which vast numbers of women live to-day will be looked upon as a national wrong, almost as grievous as that of prostitution--of which latter evil indeed it is in some degree the counterpart or necessary accompaniment.

Fucking

   

Edward Carpenter comes to me in the

morning, his cock throbbing democracy:

 

Take this and eat of it, my life spilled

for you.   I must admit a trifle indecision,

 

a momentary blink as I rub some crud from

my eye, flicking the remains of the evening

 

on the floor.  But Edward is patient; he's seen

it all, or most of what passed for pain and re-

 

demption a century ago.  Times change; people

don't.  At least that's what he's hoping.  People

 

just want to be free.  So he pulls back the

cover, gently, and runs a finger along my

 

briefs, the wrinkles of his hands catching

the flesh in its communion with bones,

 

blood.  He offers me his cock.  I begin to

shrink, but he soothes, breaking iambs:

 

One man makes you taller; another, small.

This one doesn't count the cost, for either

 

you or me.  And this is what he means by

democracy.  It isn't that simple, someone

 

will say.  But for Ed, I am equal opportunity

before I even know what I want to choose.

 

Edward Carpenter, the English poet, has been described as a mystic, prophet, reformer, socialist and philosopher, possessed of moral courage, gentle and sensitive in spirit.

 

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