Sexuality mimics love. It compels tenderness and embraces, it forces the lovers to hug one another, to alloy one another’s pain through the revelations of sexuality, as when true love is exchanged. What follows such experiences? Disappointments, a bitter aftertaste, mutual accusations of bleak loneliness, feelings of exploitation and defilement. Neither of the two gave true love but only expected to receive it, therefore, neither received it.
Photo: Angie Dickinson in a scene from Dressed to Kill (1980)