Is saying “I love you,” a trigger? “Love you means
never having to say you're sorry,” is the famous line from Love Story, but it appears such declarations may soon require
apologies. In a Sunday Review
piece (“Regulating Sex,” NYT 6/27/15)
Judith Shulevitz points out that reaching out to take someone’s hand could one day be
considered “criminal sexual conduct.” This is already happening on college campuses. Governor Andrew Cuomo just signed an “affirmative consent” law similar to that passed in California (“Cuomo Signs Affirmative Consent College Sexual Assault Bill Into Law,” Huffington Post, 7/7/15). The absence of a "no" is no longer equal to a yes. Remember Molly Bloom's soliloquy? "I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me and he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes." Who would ever have dreamt that it would epitomize the doctrine of “affirmative consent?” But when will we start hearing about “speech rape?” When will certain kinds of language be considered an unwanted advance? Young men and women in
particular are impressionable and could easily be triggered say by
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29, “When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes…” Pity is
a famous form of entrapment and before long the object of your desire (aka
prey) may be reaching their hand out to you. If nothing else "affirmative
consent" will make the legal profession happy. Imagine the new kind of ambulance
chaser arriving on the scene of a
neo-Juliet stalking her would be Romeo with an unwanted, “Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Speech is a very potent aphrodisiac, which can be almost as effective as
Spanish Fly. Certain poems have such a powerful effect on emotion, they're like Quaaludes, the drug that has recently come back into the news in connection with Bill Cosby (“Bill Cosby admitted he got Quaaludes to give to women,” CNN, 7/7/15). What about D.H.
Lawrence, Henry Miller, Anais Nin,
Charles Bukowski, not to mention Catullus, Chaucer and Rabelais? What about the
Kama Sutra? Perhaps only very old friends, or old married couples who have
known each other for decades, and have signed waivers should be permitted to
read these forbidden texts to each other. And we’ll all breathe a sigh of relief when
Alexander Pope’s “The Rape of the Lock” is finally banned for good.
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Thursday, July 9, 2015
Friday, October 14, 2011
An Outline of Sexual History
The English writer David Lodge has written in a novel about H.G. Wells called A Man of Parts. Lodge wouldn’t have been true to his subject if he hadn’t painted the famed author as bedding everything in sight. Apparently Wells had the kind of charismatic intellect that made women forget any of that famed piece of psychobabblese known as boundaries, but Wells certainly didn’t stand alone. Cross the channel almost a century earlier and you’d find Hugo and cross it a few decades later and you’d find Georges Simenon, the human bunny. Bertrand Russell was man of peace, but he also was a swordsman. It’s always refreshing to know there are people like Wilt Chamberlain who reputedly slept with l0,000 women and Catherine the Great who, according to myth, was a great stud in reverse and whose doomed relationship with a horse was harbinger of the partitioning of Berlin during the cold war. Sexual appetite when it reaches these gargantuan proportions has something in common with extreme Genius (Shakespeare) and Evil (Hitler). There is something almost spiritual about it that represents the departure of the soul from the body to the extent that the body begins to function soullessly and without the burdens of conscience. There are great talents like Chaucer, Rabelais and Henry Miller who have undertaken to imagine extraordinary feats of sexual prowess. However it’s one thing to write a dirty poem like Catullus and another to be Caligula himself. The interesting thing about Wells was that he was of modest birth and had none of the entitlement that characterized the great dandies of the Edwardian period. The fact that he lacked the Sadian noblesse oblige makes him one impressive Lothario.
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