Nowadays you can be as sexy as you like, but can you be a feminist?
Is the chocolate brown background too dark?
Can you ever have too much chocolate?
Is it contradictory to want writing about sex to be politically correct?
In a far away land and a parallel time, I became an expert on sex.
When I was young I was a naive and ignorant kid. Nobody helped me understand that I was drop-dead gorgeous. I was petrified of men and of sex. I lived in the countryside, where to be a gay man was to be a freak and two women together was inconceivable. Unsurprisingly I failed to realise that the fact that I thought women are more beautiful than men meant that I wanted to sleep with them.
I went to university and tried sleeping around, thinking that lots of sex equals sexual freedom. (Sometimes I was just lonely and wanted someone to cuddle me.) I had lots of bad sex and felt even more trapped. I had lots of gay men friends because I was still frightened of sex and they were the only ones I could safely flirt with. They are so lovely to me. One of them helped me go to London to live and others took me to gay clubs where I would sometimes see someone gorgeously dressed and think: Wow! another woman, and then:Whoops, not a woman after all. Gradually I made friends with groups of black and Asian lesbian women. We learnt feminist anti-racist politics not through books but through practice. I went on marches against Section 28, worrying that the police would take my photo and that one day I might be imprisoned for standing up for sexual freedom. I read and talked about whether sado-masochism is a re-enactment of slavery, of child abuse we experienced, or whether it's just good dirty fun.
One fine day I managed to go back to university and do my PhD. I read and wrote about issues of identity I'd struggled with for decades, including sexuality.
Academic thinkers from Freud to Foucault argue that it's in sexuality that we form and continue to formulate our identities. This is the realm in which we engage with our core selves and with others (society) at a visceral level, making a persona. This isn't the self-absorbed one-on-one activity that we tend to think it. We can only do this within the available ideas which society provides to us about who we might be and how (Foucault calls this discourse).
So what is the current discourse available to us to formulate our selves within?
Like "Joe Blow", I noticed the surge of interest in 50 shades of grey. I haven't read the book and don't intend to since reviews suggest it's badly written and not even an accurate account of the Bondage and Sado-Masochism world (BDSM). What intrigued me was that mums at my daughter's swimming class were avidly reading this account of a billionaire tortured by yearning to play out his sadomasochistic desires on a young virginal girl. What were they getting out of it?
In our society, women are not encouraged to be sexually pro-active. I was outraged recently while talking to a young student of mine about her essay on intimacy when she revealed that she thinks it would be wrong to approach a man she likes and ask him for a date. I thought that ridiculous sexual code of conduct had long gone. I was cross because I suffered tortures at times, thinking, Shall I say something? about someone I fancied - lesbian women are worst off here since they're mutually shy and sometimes just glare at each other before going shyly off home alone (in fact come to think of it, maybe my grumpy rugby team mates actually fancied me? What a missed opportunity!) Once I did say to a man who had been flirting with me, Are you serious, how about it? and he said, Oh no! which was embarrassing but we are still friends and I could get on with life. Too embarrassed to say anything, I once snogged a man on a train who was failing to make a move on me although I wore skimpier and skimpier outfits to our office, and I was with him for twelve years. Imagine if I'd felt I really must wait for him to make a move, I'd still be waiting.
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Hilarious fun though it might be to be tied to the bedposts and have my toes sucked, I think we do need to talk about the possibility of an equal partnership and mutual pleasuring in sex. That has to be a sexual pleasure based in the ethos of equality that is feminism. Feminists argue that submissive women and dominant men is an inefficient and unbalanced mode of production, that we could all get more out of a world where there is diversity and sharing of responsibilities and activities.
I'm not an expert on BDSM but I imagine that the pleasure in it comes not from the total domination or submission of one over and under another. My ignorant impression is that what's really exciting and wonderful about BDSM isn't so much the dominatrix sex, it's that one person holds the other in their power and doesn't abuse them, that within an adrenaline fuelled world in which power is nakedly acknowledged, the dominant partner controls the subordinate and manages the pleasure they share with absolute love and care. Absolute love and care - who could resist. Gimme that blindfold!
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Actually I think that sexuality is not just fun and games, that when you have sex with someone it isn't just about a quick thrill or wham, bam thank you and come again next Friday, Ms. Plumber. Sometimes it can be but I think that after a while, when you go and lie naked and caressingly often with someone you like, parts of you from way deep down come up asking to be loved. Most of us have not been brought up in a confident loving belief in ourselves as people deserving of the tenderest love and affection so when some small part of us from way down, sometimes some part of us which was hurt in the past, comes surging up asking for affection, the prospect that we might not get it can become so scary that we will behave in all sorts of strange ways trying to push that part of us back down again.
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What SRE doesn't do is provide lessons on relationships. Young women and men aren't told, You're a beautiful and funny person who will be loved. They aren't given advice on how to treat someone who is probably as ignorant, shy and vulnerable as they are with respect and tenderness. Young men and women are taught to put a condom on a banana but they don't learn to have the respect for each other that would mean they offer to put a condom on before having sex.
Where do these young people go to for advice about how to conduct sexual relationships? Well, I expect nowadays they turn to the internet. Here they will find raging debates about whether it's contrary to freedom of speech to publish fictional stories about incest, bestiality and non-consensual sex with children. This is an important debate but in the furore about this, a debate about how to provide young people - and many of us ill-educated older people - with a set of stories suggesting how you might go about respectful, tender, loving sexual relations with someone (or more than one person) you are attracted to, is absent.
So again, I think we need a feminist erotica, a means of marking out fiction about which we can say: Um, take a look at this, when our kids are growing up and looking about them for examples of how to do it. Sure, if you think you might like being tied to a post and told you are a filthy slag then you can get some stories about that and consider it. But here is something about a man who treated a woman with tenderness and love and enjoyed that, about a woman who was confident and knew what she wanted and asked for it respectfully.
Babette Cole has written the hilarious children's stories about Princess Smartypants, who turned a dreary old Prince into a warty toad when she wanted to carry on playing with her dragons and not have to get married. (If you are having to talk about the birds and bees with a much younger child, check out her hilarious Mummy Laid An Egg.) One day Princess Smartypants will grow up, she already knows that arrogant bastard Princes are not the only option - there are the lovely old dragons, but do Princes know that they are allowed to be gentle and affectionate, that having 20 pictures of naked girls' breasts on their smartphone is not the best way of demonstrating your virile masculinity.
For my daughter's sake, I hope we can write an erotica that will tell them so.