INSPIRATIONALLY, I spent last night watching man-on-man romance and writing breathless fan fiction about it. Because I am a woman and my sexuality is radical.
When I watch two men kissing passionately before tearing each other’s clothes off and giving head, that isn’t just hot. That’s a political act which reclaims the male body through a lens of queered feminism. Yes, I masturbate. Progressively.
But for the man I’m dating – I also date women, obviously, I am unfettered by societal expectations – to believe it is equivalent to his watching girl-on-girl porn? That is joltingly ignorant and sums up why men are bad.
‘No,’ I told him, ‘what you are doing is voyeuristic and the male gaze. Female sexuality is not a performance for capitalism to commodify. You shouldn’t be turned on, but cowed by the power of goddesses. Actually you shouldn’t even be allowed to imagine it.’
‘But,’ he said, ‘how’s that different? Because Heated Rivalry’s on Sky Atlantic. That’s pretty commodified.’
‘Don’t try to police my wild, wilful sensuality,’ I replied. ‘It’s qualitatively different because it’s men. It’s taboo. It lives, and thrives, outside of society’s strictures. And for it to be one of my sexual triggers? Shows I am an ally to my very core.
‘But you watching lesbian porn which by its very name is for lesbians and you’re not? Intrusive. Reducing women to objects. Even getting a stiffy at the bit where Sarah Michelle Gellar and Reese Witherspoon kiss in Cruel Intentions makes you a fascist.’
‘Right,’ he said, devastated by the sheer rhetorical heft of my arguments. ‘Actually, one time when we were high, me and my mate Zack, the personal trainer? We made out.’
‘Trick him into doing it again,’ I told him, ‘and I’ll hide and watch through a little window while I get myself off. Also can I film it to show it off to my mates? Progressively.’
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