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regular bargain to “take advantage of.”
For centuries they’ve been cheating the gullible in this way: because tomorrow, things will change and pigs will fly, forget that today you’re paying triple the price—and that tomorrow, like today, they’ll pretend they’re boring you to death, but you’ll soon be squealing like a stuck pig.
All of this has no obvious relationship to “sex” education. However, the issue of sexuality is omnipresent—but, may I add, inverted. In this domain, it would seem indispensable to explain to the child, while it’s not too late, what kinds of lies, blackmail and repressions have victimized him; to present the heterosexual couple and the family, with their morality and their passion for being the only ones to rule, as particular cases of sexual behavior and as historical absurdities from which knowledge ought to save us; to distinguish procreation as a minor possibility, a biological leftover of amorous activity—an accident, since that’s what adults call unwanted births (almost all, according to them).
On the contrary, we start with Monsignor Baby, the only acceptable and “meaningful” aspect of the sex life, and will pitilesslydescribe each detail of his conception, gestation, coming into the world, mothering, libidinal fantasies. We refer to all the rest as if they were little secrets of cooking that are a bit embarrassing, but that certainly must be explained to the kitchen boy if you want him to do good work. We’ll study the body because it’s the headquarters for the production of babies; we’ll approach pleasure as a curious byproduct of the act of procreation; and there will be no question of desire except through its conventions (preconjugal love story) or its alleged bad habits (oedipal mishap, masturbation, exhibitionism, sadists). The path of pleasure is strewn with thorns; desire itself is misfortune, defect, suffering, a terrible shadow that is a threat to the translucent delights of procreation. The family is the alpha and omega, all is subservient to it, everything that attains it is good, everything that steps away from it is bad.
“It’s awfully well organized,” murmurs Sylvie pensively.
If you say so, cutie.
Sexual initiation practices two kinds of misappropriation; linguistic and libidinal.
The linguistic misappropriation is very simple. The parents are the mouthpieces for medical knowledge; with precision they transmit the sexual lexicon that medicine has invented—and which is also a catalogue of organs that have no relationship to those with which the desiring subject is preoccupied:
“Show us the drawings,” asks Jean. “Oh! How strange!”
“Look: here’s an ovary.”
For words from everyday language, this lexicon substitutes a scientific, indirect, convoluted and abstract vocabulary. For example, instead of the three terms, you get hard, you fuck, you come, here’s how Dad explains it:
“Ejaculation is a spurt powerful enough for a sperm to reach the ovum (sic, strictly). The man has inserted his penis into the vagina of the woman. Of course, in order to be able to enter it, his penis must have an erection, or in other words, be hard.” Dadlooks at his son and smilingly adds, “ You must have heard the word hard-on, that’s slang but it means the same thing…”
“But, Dad, what makes the penis get an erection? When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I have an erection, but the rest of the time it’s completely limp…”
This is how we get to a gratuitous kind of technical language about the knowledge of sexuality, in which the simple, familiar word is only “slang,” or in other words, subjective, extrafamilial, unscientific language, incapable of naming. Understanding what makes the word “masturbate” “accurate” as a way of talking about jerking off is to discover how middle class medicine contrasts the language of its own class with popular language about sexuality, a language that is shocking because
For centuries they’ve been cheating the gullible in this way: because tomorrow, things will change and pigs will fly, forget that today you’re paying triple the price—and that tomorrow, like today, they’ll pretend they’re boring you to death, but you’ll soon be squealing like a stuck pig.
All of this has no obvious relationship to “sex” education. However, the issue of sexuality is omnipresent—but, may I add, inverted. In this domain, it would seem indispensable to explain to the child, while it’s not too late, what kinds of lies, blackmail and repressions have victimized him; to present the heterosexual couple and the family, with their morality and their passion for being the only ones to rule, as particular cases of sexual behavior and as historical absurdities from which knowledge ought to save us; to distinguish procreation as a minor possibility, a biological leftover of amorous activity—an accident, since that’s what adults call unwanted births (almost all, according to them).
On the contrary, we start with Monsignor Baby, the only acceptable and “meaningful” aspect of the sex life, and will pitilesslydescribe each detail of his conception, gestation, coming into the world, mothering, libidinal fantasies. We refer to all the rest as if they were little secrets of cooking that are a bit embarrassing, but that certainly must be explained to the kitchen boy if you want him to do good work. We’ll study the body because it’s the headquarters for the production of babies; we’ll approach pleasure as a curious byproduct of the act of procreation; and there will be no question of desire except through its conventions (preconjugal love story) or its alleged bad habits (oedipal mishap, masturbation, exhibitionism, sadists). The path of pleasure is strewn with thorns; desire itself is misfortune, defect, suffering, a terrible shadow that is a threat to the translucent delights of procreation. The family is the alpha and omega, all is subservient to it, everything that attains it is good, everything that steps away from it is bad.
“It’s awfully well organized,” murmurs Sylvie pensively.
If you say so, cutie.
Sexual initiation practices two kinds of misappropriation; linguistic and libidinal.
The linguistic misappropriation is very simple. The parents are the mouthpieces for medical knowledge; with precision they transmit the sexual lexicon that medicine has invented—and which is also a catalogue of organs that have no relationship to those with which the desiring subject is preoccupied:
“Show us the drawings,” asks Jean. “Oh! How strange!”
“Look: here’s an ovary.”
For words from everyday language, this lexicon substitutes a scientific, indirect, convoluted and abstract vocabulary. For example, instead of the three terms, you get hard, you fuck, you come, here’s how Dad explains it:
“Ejaculation is a spurt powerful enough for a sperm to reach the ovum (sic, strictly). The man has inserted his penis into the vagina of the woman. Of course, in order to be able to enter it, his penis must have an erection, or in other words, be hard.” Dadlooks at his son and smilingly adds, “ You must have heard the word hard-on, that’s slang but it means the same thing…”
“But, Dad, what makes the penis get an erection? When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I have an erection, but the rest of the time it’s completely limp…”
This is how we get to a gratuitous kind of technical language about the knowledge of sexuality, in which the simple, familiar word is only “slang,” or in other words, subjective, extrafamilial, unscientific language, incapable of naming. Understanding what makes the word “masturbate” “accurate” as a way of talking about jerking off is to discover how middle class medicine contrasts the language of its own class with popular language about sexuality, a language that is shocking because
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