It’s a bloody difficult one, this, isn’t it? I suppose I object to being told what I cannot do, say or write if the rules governing this decision seem ridiculously Victorian, hypocritical or plain barking mad – or, crucially, if I genuinely think that the level of censorship is, in itself, adding fuel to the inferno. It makes me so angry, and frustrated, when I feel that society, by making something natural into a taboo, is creating yet another generation of children who see danger’s thrill and illicit pleasure in disobeying the largely-pointless mandate.
I loathe the feeling that I am, as a writer, being effectively herded into a pen of respectability by the sheepdogs of so-called Good Taste. I am not a sheep, have never been a herd animal, and I resent these attempts to corral me into a tight corner!
I particularly dislike this, to me insane, stance on matters sexual – and the writing thereof! Who is it I am potentially corrupting by such an act? Are the censors really afraid that hordes of innocent teens will fall victim to my lightly-humorous sensual prose and becomes paedophiles when they grow up? Is there a genuine fear that my words will, as it were, break the emotional and intellectual cherry of everyone under sixteen who happens upon my posts?
Does it not occur to those who would gag me that teenagers would, in all probability, find my erotic pieces painfully tame, dated and unraunchy? That they have picked up, and probably engaged in, acts which I have never heard of – and probably wouldn’t believe physically advisable at my advanced age anyway?!
So, this morning, after a dream involving one of the many parties I wept my drunken way through as a student, back in the seventies, I wrote a funny little number, pretty tongue in cheek and cheekily tonguing, about the habit, by no means confined to my era (!), of getting off with/in with/it on with A.N.Other at a party. No bestiality was involved. The inhabitants of the Morgue remained unmolested. Of sadism and masochism there was no sign. Coercive acts involving underage children got no space at all.
It was a good honest slightly inebriated session in an armchair. I loved it because it was funny, poked fun at all manner of things, was a hoot to write – and, to my mind, conjured up the daft world of student parties back then most admirably, right down to the ill-advised attempts at Pogo-ing in a small room!
It makes me so sad that I am being demonised for writing something so unthreatening, so totally lacking in any corrupting agent (unless sex itself counts as automatic corruption, that is), so many miles from the more depraved material.
I fail to see why the implied message – that sex is fun, funny, exciting and can be done anywhere – is treated as if it were on a par with Satanic Abuse or cannibalism. I fail to see the logic behind post after post of mine being ‘disappeared’ for mildly sexual content, while really frightening – and, to my mind, very damaging – bigotry and hatred and Armageddon-type Trump-related speculations are passed without a second thought…
…as long as they don’t mention the organs of procreation getting anywhere near one another, that is!
I understand that not everything is appropriate, that some subjects are damaging (and not just to young people) – but isn’t about time we rethought this blanket ban on the harmless and natural aspects of sexual behaviour? Isn’t it time that we got real and acknowledged that few teenagers make it to the magic age of 18 without some kind of sexual contact and a thorough working urban dictionary of the terms and positions?! Isn’t it about time we saw that it is our own inhibitions and sensibilities we are protecting? Because, as with on-screen violence, the stable door with regard to sex is well and truly open for the younger generation and that horse has capered off God knows where, never to be seen again!
My final thought: Are we protecting our children through love – or fear? Isn’t part of it our reluctance to actually have those sex-based conversations with our teens, and the lingering effects of the whole Sex/Sin stuff which has caused so much misery in our world?
Writing about sex does not make one a pervert, a corrupter of innocents or a latent kiddy-fiddler!