“Sex is recreational for me, as well as a way of accruing status and validation (even before I attained the unique accolade of “Shagger of the Year” from the Sun.) We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings, but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.

And this is what sex provides for me - a breathing space, when you’re outside of yourself and your own head. Especially in the actual moment of climax, where you literally go, “Ah, there’s that, then. I’ve unwound. I’ve let go.” Not without good reason do the French describe an orgasm as a “little death”. That’s exactly what it is for me (in a good way, obviously) - a little moment away, a holiday from my head.”

- Russell Brand, in his highly sexual, very eloquent autobiography, My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up.

May 12, 2009, 8:07pm