Intercourse, by: Andrea Dworkin - Feminish

muscles that contract like a fist shutting tight and release with aforce that pushes hard on the tender thing, always so vulnerableno matter how hard. He is not possessed even though hispenis is gone— disappeared inside someone else, enveloped,smothered, in the muscled lining of flesh that he never sees,only feels, gripping, releasing, gripping, tighter, harder, firmer,then pushing out: and can he get out alive? seems a fundamentalanxiety that fuels male sexual compulsiveness and the wholediscipline of depth psychology. The man is not possessed infucking even though he is terrified of castration; even thoughhe sometimes thinks— singly or collectively in a culture— thatthe vagina has teeth; but he goes inside anyway, out of compulsion,obsession: not obsessed with her, a particular woman;but with it, getting inside. He is not possessed even though heis terrified of never getting his cock back because she has it engulfedinside her, and it is small compared with the vaginaaround it pulling it in and pushing it out: clenching it, chokingit, increasing the friction and the frisson as he tries to pull out.He is not possessed even though he rolls over dead and uselessafterward, shrunk into oblivion: this does not make him hersby virtue of the nature of the act; he has not been taken andconquered by her, to whom he finally surrenders, beat, defeatedin endurance and strength both. And for him, this smallannihilation, this little powerlessness, is not eroticized as sexualpossession of him by her, intrinsic to the act; proof of an elementalreality, an unchanging relation between male andfemale. He experiences coitus as death; and he is sad; but he isnot possessed.Men have admitted some form of sexual possession of themselvesby women in the fuck when they can characterize thewomen as witches, evil and carnal, and when the fuck occurs in