Toward the end of Oliver Stone's The Doors, Jim Morrison-- that militantly self-destructive rock-and-roll god and sixties emblem of desire--now reduced by drugs, booze, and fame to impotence and death games, finds the only way he can sing in the tune during a recording session is if his girlfriend, on her knees, gives him head in the recording booth during his solos.
"Her fear of seeming like someone who wants to fuck a baseball player is matched only be her fearful desire to do exactly that." (about Vanalyn Green's character in A Spy in the House that Ruth Built)Female Transgressions by L. Kipnis
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