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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
 
I was disturbed by this whole smut puppet thing.

I mean, at a lot of levels disturbed.

I don't like anti-porn propoganda, and I'm not thrilled with the idea of a pornographer sleeping with the enemy, regardless of the fact that I can also get "way way way way way" behind keeping porn away from kids. To a point, and certainly depending on what your definition of "porn" is.

It's funny this comes up today, because yesterday I was on the couch rereading a really nasty smut piece I wrote mostly for my own amusement, and Gavin came up behind me to ask me about something or other, and I quick, quick closed the window.

Then I realized, "wait. He can't read."

Recently we're starting to hear him experiment with "bad" words he hears on the playground. "Boobies!!" he said to me the other day, mostly to see how I'd react.

"Breasts," I corrected absently, and we went on to discuss why he couldn't eat ice cream for dinner.

This was how Bec and I were both raised. She said in the same tone to him the other day "G, penis play happens in private. Take it to your room." End of discussion.


Gaiman quoted Linda Williams' comparison of porn and broadway musicals, where in porn the story exists to break up the sex acts... and in musicals the story's really only there as a way to break up the songs.

Gaiman goes on to praise Kate Worley's OMAHA series, in which he says "the sex, like the conversation, like the people, exists to forward the story."


I think I'm looking to write fiction where the sex is the story.


When Marcy Sheiner bought "Shoes," she said it was on the condition that I put some sex in it. "It's a sex anthology," she told me. "So it has to have sex."

Which just proves what Gaiman said about porn in the same piece: "[The sex acts are] what you've come to see ... what you'd feel cheated if you didn't get."

But while I think that's true in some smut, I don't think it's true of all smut.

And while I like hard porn (a lot), I also like fiction about sex that isn't just music to jack off to.


"Shoes" was about sex. It was about a woman having a sexual awakening (at least on a small scale), and how it illuminated and exposed the extent of her failing marriage. It was about a lot of other things, too. Dependence and love and denial and red patent leather.

I think it's a pretty hot story at points, but certainly not as a whole.

I put in a cocksucking scene for Marcy. It fit the story all right, but completely detracted from the weight and impact of the real sexual moment, which was also the story's denoument. It became a different story, though I think still an okay one.

"Defense," which is still over with the MEN ON THE EDGE editors, doesn't have a milisecond of actual sex in it, except for the protagonist mentioning he gets hard.

The whole story is about a guy beating the crap out of another guy.

It's definitely the most erotic and intensely intimate story I've written to date.


So here's what I want to know. The porno puppet asks:

"Have you gone into your daddy’s closet and found a bunch of magazines with naked mommies in them? Did this make you feel yucky inside?"

Are pictures of naked "mommies" (because apparently the only possible state of being for a woman is "mommy") supposed to make a kid feel yucky inside?

Because we'd better take down the magnetic Venus and David magnets on our fridge pronto, if so.


This is what makes me crazy: how sex gets made dirty. How sexuality gets made dirty. Tabooification, if you like. People, acts, groups getting marginalized and degraded because that apparently has to happen in order for someone to get off.

That's what pisses me off.

I don't want to add sex to a story about sex to make it more salable.

And I don't want people teaching asinine, sexist words for people's anatomy to my son.


I want to write about sex, to delve into that whole part of human experience, and not just because it gets you or me or someone's Daddy-with-his-stash off.

The ironic thing about Marcy's anthology was that it got panned for being too serious, too depressing, too dark, and for not having enough hot sex in.


And it was a good cocksucking scene and everything.


Shee.


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