Emmy Hennings, I could kiss you. With chaste and comradely enthusiasm.
On days when I am feeling kind towards myself I like to think that perhaps my close friendships with men, which I reckon beyond value, have something to do with an internal resistance that I have tried to cultivate to the dynamic of objectification.
Yes, exactly. Here the greatest evil is to give up, to let that internal space be colonized and taken over. It isn’t even particularly a question of sex; or, rather, the question of sex isn’t the decisive question - it’s on the basis of this resistance, and the freedom it is able to support, that two people are able to decide on the question of sex between themselves.