The phrase "flesh is not" is correct and usable in written English.
You could use this phrase to indicate that something is not related to the physical body. For example, "My faith teaches that the body is only a vessel; flesh is not the point of life."
The contrast between their skin and flesh is not as marked, so peeling is optional.
Their flesh is not high in mercury, contrary to what disdainful fishermen assume, and is rich in healthy omega-3 fats.
The chub is deemed to be an inedible fish, Izaak Walton referred to it as being "full of forked bones, the flesh is not firm, but short and tasteless".
So much easier to forget those choices, or to defer endlessly the choosing, or to debate the difficulties of choosing infinitely, because white male flesh is not under mortal threat, as the flesh of black men or the flesh of women.
The baring of her middle-aged flesh is not nearly so shocking, though, as her decision, about midway through the film, to discard the white turtleneck sweaters she wears like a talisman in favor of a black jersey T-shirt and skirt.
That William Seabrook, at whose house the Knopfs met Aldous Huxley and his wife, was a famous eater of human flesh is not uninteresting, granted, but what's the point of adding that, eight years after lunching with Blanche and Alfred, Seabrook committed suicide?
But a lot of that flesh isn't as naked as it used to be.
Pedro's heart is willing, but the flesh isn't what it was at his peak.
To put it more bluntly: Giving up the comforts of the flesh isn't for the faint of heart.
Be this as it may, it's safe to say that flesh isn't going to become the new black anytime soon.
Creation in the flesh — isn't that what we've always sought, from Mary Shelley to Wells to the discoverers of the new gene-editing technology?
