Back in October Erotic blogger Remittance Girl brought up some interesting points about sex-positive/feminist critiques of erotica
Nobilis pointed me in the direction of Figleaf’s “The No-Sex Class: Men, Women, and Gangbangs in Porn” which led me to “Once more into the breech” by Amanda over at Pendragon.net, which led me to “On Porn, Sex And Pincushions” over at Echinde of the Snakes.
Although each of them stray in their topics a little, all of them are worth reading, as they all deal with the subject of porn tropes, and how those play out in the reality of society, sex education and the bedroom.
These are all very sex positive people who have, in their turns, problems with certain depictions of sex in porn. I’ve dealt with this subject a little myself in a couple of posts on non-consensual sex in erotica and the semiotics of semen.
I think I must agree with Amanda and Echinde that because of a woeful lack of sex-positive sex education, a lot of young men and women are learning about sex from the porn industry and – I’m sorry if this makes people angry – but they are not responsible sex educators. That’s not their job and, with some notable exceptions, like the Tony Comstock films, education is not much of a byproduct of porn.
Neither is written erotica an educational tool. The assumption is made, and rightly so, I think, that once you are reading erotica or watching porn, you already know a decent amount about sex. Certainly I do not put myself forward as a sex educator. However, a lot of these articles demand, subtextually, that porn SHOULD act as an educator by virtue of its reach into the groins of millions of boys and girls out there. The truth about porn and erotica is that they are seldom vehicles for changes in thinking. They are much more likely to be sexually framed reflections of the society in which they are made or written.
I think most feminists (and certainly Amanda, Echidne, and me) think that rather than saying porn and/or erotica providing accurate education sex educators should provide sex education. Because, seriously, we don’t have to worry about the Road Runner cartoon’s depictions of gravity. Thanks to education and considerable experience our expectations in reality aren’t influenced by what happens to the coyote. If we could assume the same experience and education it would be the same for sex.
I think she put it extremely well: to the extent porn has a pernicious influence it’s because viewers have no other sources of education and, frankly, relatively limited opportunities for experience.
As for the notion of getting off on dominance or submission she makes another really excellent point: a lot of this stuff really does have a half life. And to build just a bit on her point, if women grow up in a culture that assumes the avenue to authorized sex is submission and self-effacement so deeply that marriage erases your own family name then yeah, it’s not going to be too surprising that submission as release is going to work itself into fantasy.
But in this case I’m pretty sure most feminists (Amanda, me, I’m not positive about Echidne) would say that whatever turns you on in bed is fine as long as you don’t confuse it with the rest of your life or, worse, try to enact your personal turnons into law. For instance a fantasy about Grand Inquisitors could be hot. A reintroduction of the actual Spanish Inquisition would… not.
In other words it’s not so much the responsibility of sexual fantasy-facilitators such as porn and erotica to educate. But it is the case that without somebody doing education porn is going to wind up teaching a lot of people that, oh, say, positions that maximize camera angles are preferable to positions that maximize sexual stimulation.
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For a different perspective see also Katherine Chen, guest posting at Em & Lo about what she learned from porn that she didn’t learn in sex ed. For instance
This is the second of two posts by Chen, the first being about how poorly served she was by her first, badly managed encounter with sex education.
Me, I’m really uncomfortable with the anti-kink subtext of the linked post, the implication that women who enjoy rough sex or BDSM or whatever else are doing so because they have assimilated cultural standards of humiliation.
On topic, though, a while back Renegade Evolution got fed up with the notion that porn was supposed to be sex ed and sponsored/hosted the links for a “Blogging for Sex Education Day” blogswarm.
[“Me, I’m really uncomfortable with the anti-kink subtext of the linked post…” The way I read it (I mean, it is Remittance Girl, who’s not exactly a stranger to kink) isn’t that it has to be a result of assimilated standards, just that it wouldn’t have to be a problem even if it was. Which hews to my point that even if it was it wouldn’t matter as long as you didn’t try and say “and the rest of society has to cater to somebody’s kink.” Thanks, Dw3t. —fl]
you know? i never really watched much porn until i was well into adulthood. i think it was rather helpful because i didn’t ever really have this notion that i had to “be” anything but myself. i mean, we get enough of the body image shit all over the place. i surely felt that, but when i am intimate, i am so in that moment. i don’t worry about how i look or what i’m supposed to do. i just “do”. i am thankful for that.
what an awesome post. i am such a lame blog reader. i need to come here more often because i really love the way your write. really.
Hi Fig,
I haven’t commented in a while but this one caught my eye.
I’d add another genre the ill-advised substitute-sex-educator group and include Romance novels, or rather, erotica lite. In hindsight, I think I would’ve been better off with the porn. The twisted princess fairy tales these books promoted (especially in the late 70’s and 80’s as I was coming into adolescence) served as my sole source of sexual information and even these — as comic as they appear to me now — were sources of real shame. Our household and community was devoutly religious, our schools extremely conservative, and I believed I was going to literally burn in eternal hellfire because I didn’t want to put the smut down.”
I’m not as angry about it now but it took almost 40 years to get over what I now veiw as a peverse upbringing. I view the “education” I recieved back then as a crime; I was robbed. Robbed of joy, safety, knowledge and confidence. Moreover, I believe that the people who knew better and offered nothing to counteract that nonsense are as equally culpable as apathetic bystanders who witness more overt crimes and choose to say or do nothing.
Serious committment to this type of issue, to me, includes speaking out at the local school board meeting when some idjit gets on the “abstinanence only / no sex till marriage” bandwagon or writing letters to the editor ever time our city leaders trot out the “pregnant teen” and “un-wed mother” boogey-men as an explanation for why society is going to hell or raving against gay and lesbian families as “teaching an immoral lifestyle as normal.”
Oddly enough, I find I have to be concerned for my safety when I leave some of the aforementioned meetings. The most believable threats come from the fundamental conservatives who honestly think that I am “a danger to their children.” I really wish they could be satisfied with the knowledge that, if they are truly right, I am going to burn in hell anyway.
See ya Figleaf. Oh and by the way, in my unscientific survey you and Hubman are tied right now for most awesome legs. Thanks for another fun HNT!
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