Twitterings from Number Ten have been heard recently, with regards implementing “filtered feed” broadband internet to UK households. ISP have been quick to clarify that the system would only apply to new contracts on an opt-in basis.
Any discussion about “the sex industry” must begin with the acknowledgement, at least, that the term is a contradiction in terms. Isn’t sex something intimate and delicate? Industry is something machinistic, mass produced, relentless. Ergo, the industrialisation of intimacy is dia-bolical. Sex was something intimate and delicate, once upon a time.
While there are more and more ‘Facebook of Sex’ type websites, whereby people meet up for anything from a straightforward shag (if such a thing still exists) to group sadomasochism, this wave of ‘sexuality’ is not bringing people together, it is, as researchers have been warning for some time, moving us further and further apart. The coming together is highly conditional – boxes must be ticked: tattoos, fetish, threesome, group, gay, lesbian, bi, hardcore, anal. No doubt there is a growing number of couples who met via these sites. Perhaps the dimensions of their relationships are limited. Perhaps love finds a way.
Defenders of porn, be they unreconstructed ‘respect the cock’ testesauruses, animus-ridden ‘inspect the cock’ ‘feminists’ or closet addicts, generally drag in old arguments about liberty, freedom of expression, assertion of female power, outlet for male sexual tension without which there would be more sexual assault, more rape. Defenders of porn will say: It’s always been the same; ancient times, medieval times, there was mad stuff going on; these days it’s just because we have the cameras and the internet that we see it.
Like any addict who denies there is a problem, the porn addict must continue the self-delusion of control, must insist that the relationship between psyche and media is one way. As much as porn might be an expression of parts of the psyche, it also leaves an impression.
Like all media, porn is psychoactive.
From the naked bodies piled one atop the other in Abu Ghraib to the murders of Meredith Kirchner and Joanna Yeates, we see actions in the world resembling those simulated in pornography. These examples are extremes, yes, but are they extremities, tips of the iceberg of mass dynamic?
With increased exposure to porn many men need higher and higher levels of stimulation, or more and more extreme situations, in order to become aroused.
Naomi Wolf, quoted by TowerTales on Tmblr
Like all media, porn is subject to the dynamic Jean Baudrillard called the Precession of Simulacra.
In other words, reality is hidden/buried/preceded by its simulation. The simulation is then simulated. As Kevin says in We need to Talk About Kevin, “People on TV – they’re watching TV.” Further layers are laid down, until we are quite removed from the original, from reality, and still removing.
Porn, once upon a time, was a relatively simple visual simulation. A painting of a couple having sex. A black and white photograph of a woman with her breasts exposed. A crumpled page from a magazine found in the undergrowth. Today, porn consists of many more layers. It has moved – we could even say ‘evolved’ – rapidly through its classic stages of bared body parts, through the utopian stage of bikini and heels by the pool, through the hardcore stage to what I will call the biodegrading plastic stage. Here things get all mixed up.
The confusion is due in large part to the mass availability of the tools of the trade: cameras, webcams, computers and physical privacy (itself the diabolical result of the destruction of intimacy). Anyone can live the dream via simulation. The simulation –inside the screen – has more power than the real event. Hence the teenage muggers and rapists who film their victims on mobile phones and mass-publish the videos on the internet. Hence the men sexually diminished by overexposure to porn.
It doesn’t stop there. Because the simulation is more powerful than the real event, the real event is diminished. The actual fetish, lesbian, group, anal or whatever event is accessory to the simulation. Therefore the ethics and sensibilities of the simulation – which are nil, because it is a simulation – apply to the accessory. The rapist, the date rapist, the sexual abuser, the sexual tyrant operates inside a simulation in which other parties are only accessories. Women who assert themselves sexually in the biodegrading plastic phase must do so by wearing the simulation layer. “Stripper” heels and so on.
Sure, it can be a turn on.
Vagus nerve pulse trains are a powerful business. The vagus nerve connects pretty much all the major organs, including the reproductive ones. We are passionate, fun-loving, sensation-loving creatures. The rush of sexual arousal is all-consuming. We are on fire, at the apogee of physical being. Naturally, such intensity, such abandonment cannot be always available.
Porn tells us it is. Porn, like other diabolical devices like cocaine and its cracked derivatives, lift the neurological lid on old limbic pathways. The reptilian brain. Cold blooded. Seeks rushes of heat. At the extremes, Abu Ghraib, sex crimes. In the middle – well, anything goes, it’s only simulation. Knock yourself out.
Thing is with neural pulse trains is they attenuate. You need a bigger and bigger hit. Eventually you blow a fuse. And once you blow your fuse it takes a long time to recover – for the women degraded, the men hooked, society in general.
First in another brand new sub-series to feature on this site, a branch of the arch-theme of the War on Terra.
As eco-feminists and others have long pointed out, [part of] the problem of objectification, rape and pillage of the Earth stems from [diabolical misreadings of] patriarchal madness with regards women.
Or in this case litte girls.
The racist, empiricist, Lizard media have worked hard to familiarise us with this sort of story (right, picture of an 8-year-old bride in Afghanistan, from an Evening Standard article commemorating 10 years of British forces in Afghanistan) lest we forget what the drive train of “allied” actions abroad since 9/11 were about.
Those of us in the West had better be able to stretch our minds – we’ve got it coming big time and we know it – but can our Atlantic Ocean puncturing minds stretch to encompass a culture in which men acquire brides as young as 8? The grooms are not 8, of course.
What has happened to men who, regardless of their different culture, think it alright to acquire a child bride? It is now illegal, thanks to the strident idealism of Western Forces and Hamid Karzai (yes I am being ironic) but that didn’t stop the groom of this bride – a police officer of ironic course – “interfering” with her.
We can perhaps stretch to such cultures having arisen from harsh environments in which females are house-bounded – closeted, closely guarded, like orchids perhaps, kept pure until the moment of unveiling…a fusion perhaps of queen ant and sleeping beauty. But we fall short of imagining ourselves in a culture in which it’s OK to fuck an 8-year old girl. We are of course, bending over backwards.
The purpose of the Russian oligarch-owned Evening Standard piece is of course to promote the continued presence of UK forces in Afghanistan – which, if you Google official sources, you will easily discover was invaded “in retaliation for the terrorist atrocities of 9/11.”
In other words, then, the presence of UK forces is War on Terror – invasion (penetration) of another country. Surfacing of images such as the one above (along with burka’ed women etc), disturbing though they are, serve to reinforce the “reasons” for being in Afghanistan, should the 9/11 gag wear thin.
Google will return fewer results for Beit Shemesh, in the crucible of Western civilisation itself, where scenes such as this unfold (do watch the video on the BBC World Site:
A different context, but with obvious similarities. “Holy” men with beards unable to countenance female sexuality, this time in the form of orthodox Jewish girls going to school. As you will see from the video, their garb is hardly “sluttish”.
Ironically, of course, it is likely the case that at these extremes of Old Lizardry – where the primordial attitude of the Separate I, landing like an Alien on a Garden-of-Eden-Planet – is at its clearest – the bearded godmen are in fact quite eco-friendly. Tending orange groves, olive groves, riding donkeys and so on. The BBC article seeks to assauge the apparent ultra-misogyny by saying that it’s really a turf war between the ultra-orthodox and orthodox communities, the girls’ school being unfortunately situated in the middle. But even if we go with that, we must again ask – what on earth is going through these men’s minds? The Word of God, they will say.
Bearded goatmen in Afghanistan with child brides might not surprise you (any more). But bearded godmen in Israel throwing their own shit at school girls should. As should the news that there are deep schisms between orthodox and ultra-orthodox communities. Isn’t Israel the Jewish State, united and unitary since (Thut)Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt? Oh dear what might it mean that all is not good?
You thought War on Terror was smokescreen. Wait til you see War on Terra!
The fire will be revealed soon enough. In the meantime, be nice to your girlfriend, your mum, your wife, your sister, your daughter etc.
The campaign to toughen Britain’s abortion laws was losing momentum as Tory MPs on Friday backed a rival amendment and questions emerged about links to Christian counselling services that might benefit from the proposed reform.
Here if ever is an issue which will only be resolved by women restored to their proper power, i.e. with genuine transcendent intuition, able to understand issues such as these unclouded by – in this case – American Evangelical “Christianity” – in other words blokes exerting the same spermatozoic half-Nelson they have had women in for millennia. As Monty Python sang, “Every sperm is sacred…”
Is it not obvious, given the immensely complex, emotional and sometimes painful process of menstruation, that the human female egg is the thing that is sacred? Each woman carries within her a finite number of eggs, release over the course of her lifetime. Blokes on the other hand cook up millions of fresh sperm every time they glimpse a pair of boobs.
Precisely why, you will say, the fertilised egg is sacred. Women who abort are murderers, you will say. Life begins at conception. Perhaps! But this is post hoc moral high-grounding. The cock withdrawn, the cave door rolled shut and its contents left to resurrect. To be borne and born and suckled and nurtured by the woman.
If every sperm is sacred, then it is blokes who must respect the cock, this curious Y-chromosome viral add-on. A genetic graft contrived to compensate for the catastrophic schism between soul and matter. Almost everything we know about the world and our place in it comes from this dark aeon whose brightest spark to date is probably the iPhone – and I am not being wholly ironic here, this device has its part to play!
But for those able to cleanse themselves of the millennia of blokery, able to see the laughable triviality of the cock and ball story of it, its imminent obsolescence in the face of massive global overpopulation (yes, India and your moustachioed bloke-clones) there are other glimmers!
O woman, deep in your toils. Persist! And you will meet your Lady!