One interesting side item that came to my attention of late is the curious situation of women that only experience arousal and believe that's the best they should expect. (not to mention the one that drives me batshit of "god made us that way", which was fabricated long ago and equates us with an animal. If one replaces the silly idea of a god with the more appropriate term of Nature, it becomes clear. An animal hasn't the wit to improve its lot. We do. Nature granted us the wit, insight, and ability to acquire knowledge. (knowledge isn't a curse, as most religions would like to spin it) We just haven't ever used our wit to date.
I know plenty of women that know better than to believe they can never achieve ecstasy. It is similar to what I explain in Contemplations. The stupour is falling by the wayside as our awareness arrives earlier and earlier in life. It cannot be avoided. Our sentience will not relent. It's just a matter of how long we continue to destroy everything around us before we attain our Humanity.
In all ways, we are becoming more aware of reality, clarity, even though we continue to give way to the stupour and blind ourselves.
It is also interesting that, mostly, what a woman really wants from a man is that he act like a Human. This is the most important effect that failing to love has on a man that is the worst end result of coitus remaining an animal's act. His failure consumes him, if he does not find an alternative that works. That is how some men get by at this point. They may not be great lovers but they still know how to love. Kudos to them. It will never work entirely for a race that, as part of its sentient nature, seeks clarity. Clarity is far more than bowing down to circumstances. It is overcoming them.
And, yet, another way to look at what is wrong with humanity.
Think of the lack of Loving Coitus as a thorn in the side of Humanity for the last three millennia. We could just never figure out how to get rid of the thorn, so we ignored it. Think lovely thoughts all you like, intellectualize it all you want, the thorn is still there and it hurts. The pain won't go away until we get rid of it. It causes a constant pain that grows over a lifetime of broken intimate relationships and, unlike a thorn in the side, it destroys the self-respect of half of the race directly and the other half through the extension of the deadened life force within the first half.