the no-sex class

...Was Not Always Lolita


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Holly of Self-Portrait as, riffing off my loli-con posts points out that whether he meant it to be or not, Nabokov’s Lolita (after whom, after all, the Japanese term “loli-con” derives) blueprinted how men construct women as the “no-sex” class.

I defy anyone to find a passage from that book that is really truly sexy. Consider this example in all its euphemistic obscurity and see if its depiction of a young girl reaction’s to sex is hot—or not:

I liked the cool of armchair feel of armchair leather against my massive nakedness as I held her in my lap. There she would be, a typical kid picking her nose while engrossed in the lighter sections of a newspaper, as indifferent to my ecstasy as if it were something she had sat upon, a shoe, a doll, the handle of a tennis racket, and was too indolent to remove.

Yeah. A naked adult man in a leather armchair, straddled by a girl he has had to bribe into allowing him to touch her, and even still, the only way she’ll tolerate sex with him is if she can read the comics while it’s happening and completely ignore what she’s sitting on. I don’t think that’s hot, and I don’t think for a second that Nabokov wants us to find it hot.

She said it here.

That’s about as clear as it gets, eh? Inside the paradigm the perfect partner really would be a woman too young to feel sexual in an adult sex, too ignorant to distinguish his cock from a tennis racket, and too passive to rise off it even if she did, who’s only interest in him for his money, who’d rather be reading the paper!

What’s compelling to me about Holly’s post is Nabokov’s illustration of Side “B” of the no-sex class paradigm and that’s the equal and opposite distortions men impose on ourselves as the “sex class.” Because of his incapacity to recognize adult women as sexual beings, Nabakov’s Humbert bends his life into an elaborate construction justifying this gigantic other lie he believes he’s living into.

And yeah, sure, Humbert’s an epitome of the banal emptiness of human evil but that only makes his efforts to live into that lie worse, not different, than the rest of us are raised to do.

Can you see any reason on earth why, once we learn to notice the incredible alternatives we’ve been raised to miss, men would be any less inclined than women to stream for the exits on the world view we’re living in?

“There she would be … as indifferent to my ecstasy as if it were something she had sat upon … and was too indolent to remove.” To paraphrase General Bosquet, “C’est magnifique writing, mais ce n’est pas la Real Adult Sex: c’est de la folie!”

The Ultimate 'No-Sex' Class

image caption says 'lolicon,' it has a nicer ring than 'pedophile'
Photo from Gilding’s page, hosted at Photobucket.

Gilding of Gilding the Lily brings news of a telling word and illustrates it with an even more telling picture.

‘Lolicon’ is a slang portmanteau of the phrase “Lolita complex”. In Japan, the term is used to describe an attraction to girls below the age of consent, or an individual attracted to such a person. Outside Japan, the term most often refers to a genre of manga and anime where childlike female characters are depicted in a sexualized manner or engaged in sexually explicit acts. The equivalent term for the sexualization of or attraction to young boys is shotacon.

As the genre created by and for men evolved, according to Kinsella, it moved from these cute, tough heroines towards depictions of girls as sexual victims: naked, helpless, fearful, sometimes bound or chained and was expanded into computer games and animated videos.

She said it here.

See… I… Look… Thing is, if you’re a real man what possible problem could you possibly have with relationships — sexual, social, marital, or otherwise — with real women? What conceivable reason could one ever have for preferring sex with a child (helpless, fearful, virginal, or otherwise) instead of a grown woman with all her faculties? [Note: Or for those inclined to shotacons, a grown man. —fl]

Seriously!

For all that I advocate for the end of masculinity, I always have and always will enjoy my extraordinarily lusty heterosexuality[**]. And when I say I’m a reluctant but sincere monogamist I’m sincere about the reluctance part. But I’m just saying that if I started making a list of the women I could imagine spending an afternoon, or a weekend, and/or a lifetime with, from fellow bloggers to fellow commenters online to friends new and old to acquaintances to erstwhile co-workers, bosses, employees, teachers, fellow students, or trainees, to doctors and nurses, paralegals, lawyers and judges (ok, only one judge so far), UPS drivers, baristas, coaches, teammates, in-laws, and camp-mates I might use up every pen and wear down every pencil in the house and yet… I just don’t see much room there for non-adults.

And for once I’m not talking out of my usual disquiet about all the ways adult interference can disrupt children’s normal sexual development and lead to their inability to appreciate all the varieties of real sex throughout the rest of their long, long lives. Nor am I asking out of moral outrage, parental concern about my children, nor fastidious adherence to legal ages of majority, emancipation, or consent. Those would all be expressions of concern for “lolicon” and “shoticon” children.

Instead, at the moment, I’m concerned about the men and women (don’t be a dope, of course there are surprising numbers of both) who for whatever reasons imagine that sexual attraction to those who are not yet peers — let alone children who might be “naked, helpless, fearful, sometimes bound or chained…” is anything but an admission of their own infirmity, their own inadequacy, their own miserably insecure unpreparedness.

Yes, yes, I know it’s somehow supposed to be manly. And yes, yes, in some cultures heaven is supposed to be filled with perpetual virgins (doesn’t that sound far more half-empty, or empty outright, than half-full?) And yes, yes, some cultures neither stigmatize nor traumatize children’s sexuality. Let’s just say, then, that unless such societies give adult members no, zero, none choice and require them to have sex with inexperienced children rather than adults, then in both those cultures and any others it’s fair game to ask what possible motivation grownups might have for choosing, let alone preferring, not merely “barely legal” but barely pubescent children for sex partners.

[** Near as I can tell, as social constructions go neither masculinity nor femininity have much to do with heterosexuality. In fact, considering the constraints they impose I think one could make a nice case that the constraints of femininity and masculinity interfere mightily with both heterosexuality and lust. —fl]

The "no-sex" class: a.k.a "The Female Eunuch?"

So I’ve been slowly reading through the foundational documents of the 2nd Wave of feminism (now nearly 40 years old) assessing them for lost opportunities and potential late points of entry for a progressive philosophy of gender for men that complements feminism without reacting to it. (I think too much of what passes for earnest, um, masculistism or whatever, has tended to be in reaction to feminism when in fact we’ve got our own bridges to cross as well.)

And whereas I arrived at an understanding of the “no-sex” class paradigm independently, and while I derived it entirely in, from, as, and for a men’s perspective on our socially dysfunctional, cuts-two-ways misconceptions about women, I think it’s possible that was also, as usual, 37 years late to the show.

I’ve only barely cracked the covers but it looks Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch covers a lot of the same territory.

If it does I couldn’t be happier. We’ll see.

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Note: Again I’ve barely started the front matter but if the introduction by Jennifer Baumgardner is accurate then Greer may be a bit of a patron saint of 3rd-wave feminism. We’ll see about that too.

Stay tuned.

The "no-sex" class and "feminazis"

Ever wonder why so many guys seem to react to feminism not just with anger but with fear or dread? It’s because we’ve wrapped ourselves so tightly within the “no-sex” class paradigm that we simply can’t uncouple the suspicion that “equal rights for women” will somehow mean “less or no sex.” And for men, who inside the paradigm are the sex class, that’s anathema because without sex we think we’d have no standing whatsoever. (‘Member Freud’s theory that all other ambitions are sublimations for sex? That’s what I’m talking about.)

Anyway such fears are all based on our/men’s insane assumption that left to their own devices healthy, happy heterosexual women would never want to have sex.

This plays in with the overwhelmingly contradicted-by-reality notion that feminists are men-hating, hairy-legged, wool-socks-and-Birkenstocks-wearing lesbian separatists. (Since by definition separatists and lesbians aren’t interested in sex with men, then inside the paradigm they have to be the model for all feminists. Note also that the pervasiveness of this fixation leads women who might otherwise identify as complete feminists to issue the otherwise unnecessary disclaimer “I’m not a feminist but…”)

Now I’m not saying that the key to men’s acceptance of feminism depends on us ditching the “no-sex” class paradigm like the big-shoe, orange-hair, rubber-nose clown suit it is, because in addition to issues related to sexual self-determination there are still unpleasant amounts of gender-related property, uncompensated-labor, and division-of-labor issues to contend with. (I’ve really drunk Shulamith Firestone’s kool-aid in this area.) But I am saying that if we can get that fool notion out of our head that women, like livestock property, have to be tamed or “saddle-broken” or otherwise managed and domesticated before they’ll “give” us what we (think) we want to “get” from them… then while we might grumble a little about other necessary and completely reasonable adjustments we won’t be quite so flipping panicked about the prospect of feminism as a concept.

I just wish one could wave a magic wand and make it all go away. But if all it took was hetero feminists saying “hey, we like sex” then it would already have worked! So I think the only way out is under our own power — and really, since the current situation makes us nearly as miserable, and every bit as frustrated, fearful, and angry as our partners, then when it comes to this dominant paradigm we’re going to be pretty motivated to head for the exits as soon as we can see a clear path to them.

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