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Random thought of the day
Feb. 21st, 2014 04:03 pmWhy is it so hard for women to write about sex?
There it is. We can finally all agree that women want to have sex. Variously portrayed in the past as tamers of men and tenders of children, we’re now deemed well endowed with horniness. But does that mean we experience desire in the same way that men do? My lust tells me we don’t. Mine, I confess, isn’t blind or monumental or animal. It comes with an endless internal monologue—or maybe dialogue, or maybe babel. My desire is always guessing, often second-guessing. Female lust is a powerful force, but it surges in the form of an interrogation, rather than a statement. Not I want this but Do I want this? What exactly do I want? How about now? And now?
The essay wanders all over the place between what the author is thinking as a memoirist and as a reader of other women's memoirs.
But, in short, it makes me think:
Is part of (some) women's attraction to reading/writing slash stemming from how, by doing so, we can deal with our desires in a way that is otherwise not permitted by mainstream society? Eg. writing male viewpoints, are we effectively masculinizing our feminine desires as a way to deal?
There it is. We can finally all agree that women want to have sex. Variously portrayed in the past as tamers of men and tenders of children, we’re now deemed well endowed with horniness. But does that mean we experience desire in the same way that men do? My lust tells me we don’t. Mine, I confess, isn’t blind or monumental or animal. It comes with an endless internal monologue—or maybe dialogue, or maybe babel. My desire is always guessing, often second-guessing. Female lust is a powerful force, but it surges in the form of an interrogation, rather than a statement. Not I want this but Do I want this? What exactly do I want? How about now? And now?
The essay wanders all over the place between what the author is thinking as a memoirist and as a reader of other women's memoirs.
But, in short, it makes me think:
Is part of (some) women's attraction to reading/writing slash stemming from how, by doing so, we can deal with our desires in a way that is otherwise not permitted by mainstream society? Eg. writing male viewpoints, are we effectively masculinizing our feminine desires as a way to deal?
