Oh, cods. The pretence of subjection to one's imagined inferiors is a
cynical and stupid game and changes nothing. The whole dispositif reinforces
the very relations it claims to travesty, simply by depending on them for
the continuation of its parodic delights. Everybody hates a tourist.
What would *you* do to someone who wanted you to bugger them a) as
punishment, and b) for being better than you? Tell them to stop being such a
stuck-up neurotic twat, I hope.
The sad thing is that outside of the prison archipelago where coitus is
inevitably punishment, being sodomised is actually rather nice, and its
continuing reputation as the dirtiest piece of frightful nastiness that can
happen to a chap is an unfortunate slur on both the good intentions of the
sodomite and on the catamite's indubitable satisfactions (I have this on the
good authority of friends who regularly and cheerfully alternate between
both "subject positions"). Again, what would you do with some who wanted you
to bugger them, and who expected and wanted it to be a thoroughly horrible
and degrading experience? Does that sound like great sex? Personally, I'd
rather nail my cock to a plank, and that's not because nailing my cock to a
plank in any way corresponds to my idea of fun.
It is as I have said before: if you start from where de Sade is, you will
almost inevitably end up underwriting the prerogatives of the aristocrat,
albeit the aristocrat playing at abjection. Forget him. As the sainted H.C.
has also remarked: kill the father - kill the master - kill your pimp...
> These dualities are made
grotesque and in this way debase and caricature the mechanism of power: be
careful, you men, because it is true that in your Imperialist countries,
public dominance corresponds to private depravation, desire for
mortification, chastisement (how many of you seem so straight beg at night
the wives or partners to be lashed enchained?)
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