Life On Pregnancy and Sex
posted by October 25 at 17:10 PMon
I’ve stayed away from Charles’s post on “pregnant sex” (shorter version: sex with a pregnant woman is dishonest because the woman’s body has changed; thus sex with a pregnant woman is close to pity). Fortunately, one of my favorite bloggers, Amanda at Pandagon, has taken up the gauntlet:
From his Derbyshire-like insinuation that his unpopularity somehow bolsters his case that he’s right to suggesting that someone getting a Viagra-assisted hard-on and getting off and possibly taking a snooze is a bad ending, this paragraph is a work of genius. Yes, genius at horseshit, but genius is genius.
Well done, Mudede. I know this particular rabbit hole he’s plunging down all too well. Or versions of it—I’ve seen some bitter arguments over whether someone is still punk or a sell-out, and then there’s the perennial “lefter-than-thouā€¯ and “can feminists wear lipstickā€¯ insanities. But Mudede really does beat all in the authenticity obsession—affection, pregnancy, Viagra and who knows what else are all deeply dishonest threats to this Platonic ideal of authentic, unencumbered lust.
The more I turn Mudede’s points over and over in my head, the more I must reach the conclusion that by his very own cynical standards, there is no such thing as sexual desire. After excluding emotional reasons for lust (clearly, “honestā€¯ lust is all about your looks) and excluding anyone who claims they can feel physical desire for someone who doesn’t have “objectiveā€¯ good looks as defined by our entertainment industry and then excluding anyone who does have pure physical desire for standardly attractive bodies because we know their desire isn’t “honestā€¯ but a product of their environment, we are left to conclude there is no such thing as authentic sex.
Read the whole thing here.