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“A girl is far more
responsible for rape than a boy,” said Mukesh Singh, when appealing his death
sentence.[1]
And frankly, I’m torn on that one. Setting terrorism
aside, sexual violence will be the biggest policing challenge of the 21st
century. Indeed, perhaps the
single strangest social fact about the modern world is the astounding
pace of the increase in the pursuit of sexual gratification. Sex is the first
and the final frontier. All pleasure simmers down to sex. We shall never reach the end of our rainbow of startling, unpredictable variations and half-baked ways of doing it. When life is cleansed and sanitized of all its oratory and inanity, what is left is fornication. No verdict, on the other hand, seems to be delivered on
a fundamentally erotomaniac age in which fulfilment not only falls far short of
promise but in which every single day thousands ‘maddened by sex’ become the
victim of
situations which must inevitably put them at cross purposes with the
law.[2]
Men, it seems, are not permitted to display their sexuality in the way society
allows women to. A subtle player of power games, the female is free to expose
herself by dressing like a slut. Young girls display themselves unclad within
an inch of their pudenda, to say nothing of “bikini babes and half-sopped side
boobs or wardrobe malfunctions.”[3]
Boys, in turn, are busy accessing pornography.[4] Here we pretend the sexes
are equal, when we know that just isn’t so. The female likes to startle, and
does so with a will. The male, with no possibility of escape, is genetically programmed
to respond. More accurately, his is a sympathetic genome, rooted in a
biological imperative and organically implanted into his cells; a precondition
to the conception of fully created human life forms. Trust me on this, the
answer to social problems can only be found in understanding man’s biological
nature.
Then there’s the brain itself. The area that
processes sex, the hypothalamus, is twice as large in the male relative to the
female. His thoughts on the matter are
marked by explicit and acute
observations. Her
thoughts seem to be elsewhere.
For the male there isn’t an hormone-free-crotch in the whole wide world.
She keeps her fortunes to herself. His fault, then, not hers. She is smug,
vacant, self-satisfied, superior. He immerses
himself in the sedative abyss of pornographic release.
Needless to say, the purge of your genitals is none
of my business. But for those who experience the sheer, unrepentant urge for
pornographic relief, the self-loathing and the relentless onanism are all part
of the hidden side of the male libido. Add to this the extraordinary power of
fantasia and perversion, and you’re left wondering about the legitimacy of the
sheer unbridled filth that is the human male behind closed doors. Libido trumps
legality, and it has been argued that its hypnotic influence, the total lack of
self-restraint is the “major social pathology of our time.” Be that as it may,
what is not in dispute is the dramatic increase of this industry, the sheer
solecism of trampling on every hidden secret or mystery.
The female libido, by contrast, remains a compelling but elusive concept. Its
most obvious strength is an apparently passive one. Nothing is quite what it
seems. Indeed, it must be a dazzling, elevating feeling to hold such latent
power in the tip of a nipple. To say nothing of the clitoris. The idea that the
female might become even more liberated seems completely terrifying.
First they
came for the burqa. Then it was the hijab. I am not in any way prurient, and
don’t rate the idea of preventing women by law from exhibiting themselves. But
this freedom is, nevertheless, a freedom so shameful exhibitionist that in
Turkey the general view is that if a woman wears a miniskirt she deserves to be
raped. In India, unaware of liberal western values, the police are blaming the
victim rather than the rapist. And however incompatible with the proprieties of
Western sexual morality, these are scarcely unreasonable points of view. But
then, neither Indian nor Turkish morality is within the scope of liberal
Western mores and customs. Indeed, there is something about the Western female
that makes me want to acquire an AR-15 assault rifle and start shooting things
up. Which does, I am afraid, sound like the vindictiveness of the solitary
misogynist. But the facts tell a different story. Witness regular shootings at
American schools and colleges, where scores of hormone-fuelled teenagers are
finding relief in shooting or killing their fellow students - Sophoclean antiheros with a death-wish, someone
said, “going out in a blaze of twisted glory.”
GOP member Diane Black who is running for governor
of Tennessee, firmly believes pornography is a “big part” of what is spurring
the surge in school shootings. And various causes can been assigned to a young
man’s behaviour at this point. But it is hard to overstate the frustration and
rage infused by the female’s psycho-sexual passivity. Alek Minassian[5]
claimed he mowed down 10 people because he wasn’t getting enough sex. He was an
“incel”, an “involuntary celibate” and part of a growing group of young men who
allege that women are withholding sexual favours. Accusations do not come
stronger than that. The male wakes up to the feminist shift in global power and
finds it difficult to cope. Perhaps the most significant feature of his tragedy
being that it is a prerequisite of Western culture. Indeed, it is one of the
great ironies of modern sociology that laws incessantly debated to “make all
payment for sex illegal” are not only deeply aggravating when you’re frantic
for it, but fuelling the “industrialised” exploitation of women in Internet
pop-up brothels by criminal gangs. The Joint Slavery and Trafficking Analysis
Centre told a government inquiry that “adult services websites represent the
most significant enabler of sexual exploitation in the UK.”[6] A point not recognized in
law, but surely compelling in the emotional agonies of the male individual.
There are many theories about the horrific levels of sexual harassment and
violent rape, but no misery, no coercion, let alone basic understanding of the
lunacy of proscribing 
A culture fixated on moral propriety but in fact
deeply debauched, has retreated into a make-believe world in which – never mind
the massive evidence to the contrary – predatory sexual overtures are the
province of a small bunch of deviant rapists only. Exonerate the female,
exculpate the feminists, blame the Weinsteins. I’m not remotely a fan of the
obnoxious Harvey, but that makes me laugh. That is a profoundly parochial
misrepresentation of cause and effect. Surely the point about sex and libido is
that, by its very nature, it’s not merely individual, but universal - not a law-enforcement problem, but a social problem. For clearly, it is not malice aforethought that pushes the male to such an excess, but the deepest animal instincts. The beast, it seems, is out. For no diffidence,
no inhibition, not even a clear vision of the folly of his passion, contrives
to neutralize the compulsive, libidinous power of his predatory sexuality.
So, let’s get something straight. Sex, as far as I
can see, is a priceless commodity and people
mutiny when they don’t get their
share of it. To moan and whimper about the hideous, self-serving male despotism
is to overlook that male and female inhabit alternative realities. Seasoned
observers of this call it the ‘Mars versus Venus’ effect. In fact, how on earth
did Rose McGowan and her army of sexual-abuse warriors ever come to see
themselves as exploited, subjugated, broken or oppressed? There is something
rotten about the way the #MeToo extravaganza is relishing its Weinstein
witch-trials. As with Salem, it’s not an investigation, it’s foreplay. It’s all
about Eve. The spark that lights the fuse. He may be guilty in the eyes of the
law, but if you understand the profound nature of animality in women, you’ll blame the other side. She’s at the heart of the toxic persuasion, an inscrutable, eternal presence, almost infinitely variable, but the cause of all that is good and bad, including total madness.
And guess what? The victim, who had gone to
Pamplona to enjoy its annual bull-running celebration when she was sexually
assaulted by a group of men calling themselves The Wolf Pack, never wavered.
Instead, she urged women “not to stop going to parties, drinking or wearing
short skirts.” So the message is clear: Rape is accepted, expected, innate,
because there is an everlasting supply of prospective victims, who let their
pride, vanity and ignorance cloud their judgment.[7] In fact, putting cant
aside, it may actually be true to suggest that it is to these wizardry
embodiments, under which she appears as ever a different type to give
libidinous expression to the pervasive theme of
feminine existence – or at least to its indulgent imagination – that
belongs the real credit for ‘men’s
inhumanity to women.’ “There is no evil between men and women,” it has been
said, “that is not a common evil.” No one, in short, is blameless. Bound
together by one predominant quality – the power of the opposite sex – he is as
much her victim as she is his.
[2] Sex Mob sparks revolt against Mama Merkel.
“I had never seen so many aggressive men face to face – they were just taking
it in turns to grab at my breasts!” The Sunday Times 10.01.2016
[3] ©Camilla Long
[5] His van attack was a vehicle-ramming incident
that occurred on April 23, 2018, in Toronto, killing 10 and injuring 16.
[6] Net fuels boom as pop-up brothels plague
the North. Mary O’Connor and Robin Henry. The Sunday Times 20.05.2018
[7] A new gang-rape case added further
controversy. Four men and a boy dubbing themselves the “New Wolf Pack” were
detained on the Spanish island of Gran
Canaria. The Sunday Times 02.07.2018
1 comment:
Just stumbled across your blog, and I'm glad I did. I'm a little confused however.
Who is Malleus Maleficus?
Are you taking excerpts from his book?
Which posts are yours, the ones that are said to be abstractions?
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