“No one,” said the sun, “no one burns so pretty.”
God and guilt / sin and stuff
and there’s no dignity in acknowledging it either
we’re just monsters
I’d like to break a real taboo at this point, and raise a few questions that the pro-sex people consistently evade. Where do these sadistic and masochistic fantasies come from? To borrow from Simone de Beauvoir, are they born or are they made? Are they really agents of our liberation? If we are aroused by them, does it automatically follow that we are empowered by them?
To begin to answer these questions, we have to look beyond the fantasies themselves to the culture in which they develop. It is not just coincidence that they imitate the violence men do to women and girls. Think about the implications for our sexuality of the following statistics: More than a third of us were sexually abused as children (Russell, 1984). For many of us, our first sexual experience was a sexual assault. Forty-four percent of us will be raped (Russell, 1984). The environment in which we learn about and experience our bodies and sexuality is a world not of sexual freedom but of sexual force. Is it any surprise that it is often force that we eroticize? Sadistic and masochistic fantasies may be part of our sexuality, but they are no more our freedom than the culture of misogyny and sexual violence that engendered them.
Dorchen Leidholdt, “When Women Defend Pornography”
Nick Cave: That’s because it is.
Interviewer: But why is it art if it comes from you but not if it comes from Gene Simmons?
Nick Cave: Because Gene Simmons can’t write a fucking song! Nick Cave (via jesus-of-the-moon)