The price of being a woman who loves sex
'Abby Lee' used to write a blog. It was all about her sex life, past, present and desired. What made it unusual was that she was an English woman who was randy as hell, sexually active and assertive – and intelligent. A winning combination, you might have thought.
Or a threatening one that needs to be condemned and derided?
Now she's been 'outed' by the Sunday Times as one Zoe Margolis. The paper went on to describe her sex life as "seedy" and her behaviour as "shameless". They'd obviously have preferred guilt.
The Daily Wail got in on the act too, with a couple of tittery/mock-shock stories that, in its online edition attracted the predictable readers' responses about Margolis's behaviour.
The world is, of course, obviously falling apart, as women degrade themselves in this fashion. Heaven help us all – Margolis talked about her masturbatory habits in her blog! Disgusting. A proper English rose wouldn't even know what that meant.
Ah, the joy of growing up and living in a society where there remains a cultural ideal of women as a form of Protestant-secular-middle-class madonna.
Like Margolis and her cyber alter-ego, a lot of us would rather be whores. It's considerably more fun.
But the episode is depressing. What's the betting on the rest of our home continent being bloody well relieved that there's a strip of water between them and the UK? That's when they're not laughing at us.
There is an issue over the 'outing'; what is the public-interest argument for doing it? Some of the public being interested doesn't count. Is there any other country in western Europe where women would be 'outed' simply for having a sex life? Mind you, this is the country that seemed to fall over in collective shock on discovering that a man of over 50 years of age (Sven Göran Eriksson) didn't spend all his spare time sitting by an open fire, smoking a pipe and watching EastEnders.
In a way, the reaction to Margolis is proof of her blog actually having an importance far beyond that of titilation.
The Guardian produced a decent interview, but journalist Zoe Williams illustrates the way in which women themselves have been taught to think when she comments that, although she wanted all women to be having as good time as the blogger, something made her suspect that the writer was male and not a female.
Arise, ye women from your slumber!
You don't have to be boring Daily Wail icons; some sort of sexless, size 10, no-cellulite (the Wail hates cellulite and loves to print pictures of women who have it), virginal (shagging for procreative purposes doesn't count) SuperMum, dedicated to hubby and kids, with a pristine house and exemplary clothing sense, who would no more put a cock in her mouth than she would a dog turd.
You can be a voracious, excited and exciting, experimental and happy woman who sucks pricks and eats pussy (whichever floats your boat), takes it up the arse, wanks for hours, watches porn, thinks about sex whenever she wants (guiltlessly), leches at blokes (and/or other women), enjoys being on top, likes being whipped or whipping, threesomes…
The orgasms are just so much better.
The sexual world is your oyster. You don't need to do these things (or anything else) if you don't want to, of course, but if you want to, then you can. You don't have to sit and fester in a frustrated, unfulfilled state.
And, come the revolution, the Daily Wail and all who sail in her will be first up against the wall.
Or a threatening one that needs to be condemned and derided?
Now she's been 'outed' by the Sunday Times as one Zoe Margolis. The paper went on to describe her sex life as "seedy" and her behaviour as "shameless". They'd obviously have preferred guilt.
The Daily Wail got in on the act too, with a couple of tittery/mock-shock stories that, in its online edition attracted the predictable readers' responses about Margolis's behaviour.
The world is, of course, obviously falling apart, as women degrade themselves in this fashion. Heaven help us all – Margolis talked about her masturbatory habits in her blog! Disgusting. A proper English rose wouldn't even know what that meant.
Ah, the joy of growing up and living in a society where there remains a cultural ideal of women as a form of Protestant-secular-middle-class madonna.
Like Margolis and her cyber alter-ego, a lot of us would rather be whores. It's considerably more fun.
But the episode is depressing. What's the betting on the rest of our home continent being bloody well relieved that there's a strip of water between them and the UK? That's when they're not laughing at us.
There is an issue over the 'outing'; what is the public-interest argument for doing it? Some of the public being interested doesn't count. Is there any other country in western Europe where women would be 'outed' simply for having a sex life? Mind you, this is the country that seemed to fall over in collective shock on discovering that a man of over 50 years of age (Sven Göran Eriksson) didn't spend all his spare time sitting by an open fire, smoking a pipe and watching EastEnders.
In a way, the reaction to Margolis is proof of her blog actually having an importance far beyond that of titilation.
The Guardian produced a decent interview, but journalist Zoe Williams illustrates the way in which women themselves have been taught to think when she comments that, although she wanted all women to be having as good time as the blogger, something made her suspect that the writer was male and not a female.
Arise, ye women from your slumber!
You don't have to be boring Daily Wail icons; some sort of sexless, size 10, no-cellulite (the Wail hates cellulite and loves to print pictures of women who have it), virginal (shagging for procreative purposes doesn't count) SuperMum, dedicated to hubby and kids, with a pristine house and exemplary clothing sense, who would no more put a cock in her mouth than she would a dog turd.
You can be a voracious, excited and exciting, experimental and happy woman who sucks pricks and eats pussy (whichever floats your boat), takes it up the arse, wanks for hours, watches porn, thinks about sex whenever she wants (guiltlessly), leches at blokes (and/or other women), enjoys being on top, likes being whipped or whipping, threesomes…
The orgasms are just so much better.
The sexual world is your oyster. You don't need to do these things (or anything else) if you don't want to, of course, but if you want to, then you can. You don't have to sit and fester in a frustrated, unfulfilled state.
And, come the revolution, the Daily Wail and all who sail in her will be first up against the wall.
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