virgin-whore

On Measuring Women By More Than What They Do With Their Own Personal Vaginas

Sat, 2011-07-16 10:35

Ozymandiass says

Why should I be respected and honored if I like to be spanked? Well, for my academic work, and my skill at my job, and my high reading speed, and my great memory, and the time I talked someone down from killing himself, and running one of the largest and fastest growing masculist blogs on the Internet, and volunteering, and caring for my romantic partners, and donating a lot of my income, and being kind and smart and optimistic and witty, and because I'm a human fucking being and you respect and honor human fucking beings because they are human. None of that is in any way less meaningful because my sex life is unconventional.

I mean, how morally bankrupt do you have to be to regard your main source of respect for a woman as what she does with her own personal vagina?

Source: Ozymandias's Crushing and Venting Engine of Doom

Nicely said! Somebody should put that on Tumblr -- where it could properly be reblogged endlessly.

The No-Sex Class: Ensign, Sanford, Vitter, and Letterman's Partners

Wed, 2009-10-07 17:59

Fran Langum of Blue Gal raises one of those points that frustrate the dickens out of transactional traditional-values types (emphasis mine)

I came across this LA Times article about a plastic made in China gadget which allows a woman to “fake” virginity, presumably on her wedding night. It’s got jockstraps-in-a-twist for the double-standard bearers of the right wing Islamic world.

And no where in the debate is the sense that women are supposed to enjoy themselves sexually either before or after marriage. We don’t hear from the female sex partners, to put the term most generically, of Ensign, Sanford, Vitter, and even Letterman as to whether or not they enjoyed the sex.

She said it here.

Well certainly not! The no-sex class paradigm’s Rule of Desire #1 says it’s simultaneously intolerable and inconceivable for a woman to have sexual desire. In a system where heterosexual sex is supposed to be transactional (i.e. men get sex and women get security, love, support, gifts, money, not getting beaten up, etc in exchange) it would be totally inconvenient if women enjoyed the actual sex part of sex! That would be like a dollar bill suddenly having a say in where it was spent.

(Sheesh, Cosmopolitan writers and editors get the Two Rules of Desire 100% right 100% of the time and they’re morons! So how hard can it be? But I digress…)

Twisting the knife on no-sex class cultural assumptions Blue Gal passes along the following little joke that’s made the rounds.

Q: What did the prostitute do for David Vitter that his wife wouldn’t?
A. Everything.

Ha. Ha-ha-ha! You see… he’d already done the wedding-ring transaction, see, and he’d gotten in trouble with her before about some sort of sexual peccadillos, see, which means that even if she had been interested in sex (which would be intolerable and inconceivable) she’d be off the hook for sex. Get it? See, and even if she was still on the hook she’d still withhold sex to punish him. Got it? No, see, prostitutes do things human women won’t because they’re paid to. Or, even better, because they’re coerced! Because, see, even prostitutes — and you know they’re all women! — wouldn’t do it if they either a) weren’t force into it or b) weren’t so greedy and avaricious they were willing to hold their noses and do it for mon… are you paying attention? This is serious! Because you won’t get that it’s funny!

Sheesh, Maxim writers and editors get jokes like that 100% right 100% of the time and they’re morons! So how hard can it be? But I digress…

Getting back to Fran’s original question, inside the dominant paradigm it’s in incredibly bad taste to ask whether Vitter’s, Letterman’s or anyone else’s partners enjoyed sex with them. Just identifying them as having had sex (marred or not, willingly or not, whether they enjoyed it or not) would rob them of the opportunity to use one of those plastic virginity things from China with male partner so he could at least pretend he was getting something of value. Even to suggest they might have enjoyed it would further reduce the exchange value of their sexuality. Inside the dominant paradigm to identify one of the partners at all could still (literally in some cultures) destroy her.

(Yes, outside the dominant paradigm there are matters of sexual harassment by employers, general and not just sexual rights to privacy, and whether there was choice in the matter. There’s also the little matter of professional stigma where career advancement based on merit can tarnished by assumptions about favoritism and/or compensation for sexual behavior. And outside it there’s even a perfectly non-controversial presumption that, y’know, to the extent they were grownups who decided to have sex then yeah, they probably enjoyed themselves. But inside it that’s just crazy talk.)

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There are a lot of other really good points in Fran’s post. She tackles some disturbing public perceptions about the agency of Britney Spears and her younger sister and of men who feel entitled to have sex with them. She raises the issue of what she calls the orgasm gap — the time, sometimes years, between when women first have intercourse and when they have their first (possibly non-solo) orgasms. Go check it out.

The No-Sex Class and Where "Madonna/Whore" Happens

Sat, 2009-06-27 03:20

[Still on family vacation till next Tuesday morning. Still next to no time to write even though there’s lots to talk about. —fl]

Susie and Aretha Bright have an occasional advice column at Jezebel and cope nicely with a correspondent who’s having a first-hand collision with a highly recognizable component of the “no-sex” class paradigm.

Dear Aretha & Susie:

I’ve been in a relationship for over three years, and for the past year we’ve been talking about getting married. Since these conversations started, my boyfriend started to expect different things of me sexually. He gets upset if I use “dirty” words like cock, pussy, or fuck. He said, “The mother of my future children doesn’t talk like that.”

We’re having less sex, and the sex we do have is more vanilla. I like vanilla sex, but I would like it more frequently. I’m afraid that he isn’t seeing me as a sexual person anymore. If we do get married, I wonder if this will lead him to cheat. One of the things that I liked about our relationship before, was that we had a great sexual connection- and he told me over and over how important sex is to him. So if he can’t get it from me, will he look elsewhere? Help!

—Unhappy Angel in the House

She said it here.

The standard narrative has it that women are always the ones who lose interest in sex… typically because her partner “wears her down” with endless solicitations caused by his “naturally higher” libido.

That’s the descriptive part of the paradigm — the one of the expectation setting elements whereby men are indoctrinated to believe that, except maybe for that lusty, anomalous single moon after sex begins where honey flows smoothly, women would just never think about sex if their partners weren’t perpetually bringing it up.

And yet here the proscriptive mechanism is pretty clear: side B of the paradigm is that inside it men believe women shouldn’t be interested, shouldn’t be eager, shouldn’t be creative, shouldn’t be ready to say “yes.”

Rule #1 of my unfortunately non-cynical Two Rules of Desire is that it’s simultaneously inconceivable and intolerable that women should have sexual desire. The descriptive part says it’s inconceivable. The proscriptive part says it’s intolerable.

I say it’s incomprehensible. Not least because it causes so much misery and ill will in both victims and authors of the ideology.

Incidentally, Susie’s advice begins pithily: “I wouldn’t want him to be the father of my children…” Aretha’s conclusion is equally blunt: “Anyone who says “The Mother of My Children Doesn’t …” – Deal breaker.”

My advice, for Unhappy Angel in the House, anyone else who’s had her experience, and for you for when it happens to you is to confront the issue straight up! Say “You know, story has it that 99% of couples wind up with the man wanting more, more adventurous sex than the woman does. I don’t want to be one of those couples but when you say crap like ‘the mother of my children, blah, blah, blah’ I get the strong feeling you do! We need to talk about that because I don’t feel that way, I don’t want to feel that way, I don’t want you trying to make me feel that way, and guess what? I’m actually pretty sure you don’t want me to feel that way.”

I’m pretty sure that conversation doesn’t happen often. If it does I still don’t think it happens often enough.

Denial, Obscurity, and Rorschach Effects vs. Sex-Worker Realities

Sat, 2009-04-25 16:02

Debauchette responds to further “benevolent” dehumanization of sex workers.

“I’ll stop posting quotes from sex workers stating they have agency when folks stop telling them they don’t.” – spreadmagazine

This is my biggest pet peeve, the relentless assumption that anyone who chooses sex work, in any form, must be mentally handicapped, damaged, child-like, and otherwise incapable of making intelligent and fully rational decisions about their own lives. It’s such a fucking Rorschach response, these people who project their own anxieties and fears about sex and commerce and sexual commerce all over our bodies.

She said it here.

The Rorschach barb is actually pretty well taken because it applies equally well to uninformed sympathizers and detractors alike. A “libertarian” belief that anything between consenting adults isn’t just virtuous but rational income maximizing can be no less brutally detached than a serial predator’s, a conservative’s, or a paleo-feminist’s, or too many customer’s belief that prostitutes are necessarily sub-human thralls.

For that matter, because sex work is highly stratified, segmented, and because it’s illegal also adversarially information-opaque you probably want to be careful about Rorschach effects even if you’re reasonably well informed.

The barb about projection of anxieties is also pretty interesting. I had a minor ephiphany earlier today while reading about genuinely barbaric treatment of lowest-class sex workers in cultures where, well, lower-class all kinds of workers are treated barbarically. And because I’ve at least learned that when I have that reflex it’s a good idea to question whether they might also apply in non “barbaric” cultures like mine I wound up with the little epiphany that based on everything from “ladies auxiliaries” to “women’s work” to “feminine complaints” to daddy/daughter chastity pledges to door-holding to who can “legitimately” carry condoms our society’s assumptions about the subhumanity of “whores” isn’t really all that different from our nominally more affirmative but actually highly custodial attitudes towards “virgins” and “Madonnas.”

The paradoxical purpose of fuck-me pumps in the no-sex class paradigm

Tue, 2007-10-30 16:35


Photo by Flickr user Year of the Monkey. Used under a Creative Commons license.

Sigh.

When you’re horny your eyelids grow sultry and heavy
And I know, unless…

When you’re horny your lips grow full and red and soft
And I know, unless…

When you’re horny your shoulders go back, pushing your breasts our
And I know, unless…

And when you’re horny your hips tip up and back, tightening your belly, arching your back, cocking your butt back for… well… my cock
And I know, unless…

And when you’re horny your breath grows soft and short and your voice falls to a trembly whisper
And I know, unless…

And when you’re horny your cheeks flush
And I know, unless…

I know unless…

Unless…

Auggh, I hate to shift gears but… unless fashion obliges you to hide it overtly with burka or wimple or veil, sure, or also unless…

Unless we say all eyes must always seem horny/sultry under makeup
Unless we say all lips must always seem horny/full/soft/red under lipstick
Unless we say all breasts must always seem horny/up and forward under “wonder” bras
Unless we say all bellies must pull tight, unless all backs arch, unless all hips must always seem horny/tilted back for cock perched high atop fuck-me pumps
Unless we say all breath must always seem horny/short beneath corsets or endless Pilates crunches…

Trading the certainty of bred-in/bone-in signs of sexuality for the uncertainty of sexualization, we’ve created the conditions where we can’t know if you’re ready to carnally devour us or just bite our heads off for presuming.

Madness, surely, and as mad as mistaking your arousal for disease. No less mad than excising clitoris and labia altogether. And for what benefit?

That even when you’re gagging for it we can maintain our own smug illusion that you’re a chaste flower who without our deft prompting, our seductions, our offers of Ferraris, of life-long financial support, or of darker forms of persuasion you would remain unplucked and, surely, unfucked.

Dressed like a whore, dressed like a virgin, so much more convenient to the “no-sex” class paradigm if we can’t tell the difference.

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