arsùyou would meet a beautiful, powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), and make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever (Jong, 10).
Thus, Fishkin argues that the backdrop for Isadora's life and world-view was the "ubiquitous love plot that tyrannized over every heroine in literature: the dream of total fulfillment through a man" (Fishkin). Nonetheless, Isadora finds herself plagued by fantasies of contradictory itches:
My response to all this was not (not yet) to have an affair and not (not yet) to hit the open road, but to evolve my fantasy of the Zipless Fuck. The zipless fuck was more than a fuck. It was a platonic ideal. Zipless because when you came together zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff. Tongues intertwined and turned liquid. Your whole soul flowed out through your tongue and into the mouth of your lover.
For the true, ultimate zipless A-1 fuck, it was necessary that you never get to know the man very well. [] So another condition for the zipless fuck was brevity. And anonymity made it even better (Jong, 11-12).
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