1) Personal Background

For some time now I have been trying to develop my convictions regarding sexual liberation. I began life in a Pentecostal family, practically fundamentalist Christian, with the attendant rigid sexual mores. The wider culture in the 1960s and 70s was challenging these rigidities and my family was not immune to the temptations of pornography and other sexual liberalizations. I grew up with a fervent sense that sex was a divinely given gift, that could nevertheless be misused. I intensely craved the pleasure that it promised and ran headlong into marriage at the age of 19.

My marriage was troubled early on, and sexuality was one of my persistent dissatisfactions. I wanted intercourse daily, as I expect many men do. My wife was much more reserved. I had been indoctrinated with the claim that pornography was a sin and that even fantasizing about another woman was infidelity to my wife. My sexual frustration collided with my moral upbringing.

My wife’s story was one of even more rigid sexual repression. Several years into the marriage, she told me that her therapist had uncovered repressed memories of sexual molestation by an elementary school janitor. Her need to heal the trauma of this experience resulted in a months-long hiatus from sexual intercourse. My frustration intensified and, as time wore on, my guilt about pornography began to wither. My Christian indoctrination faded in the face of the sexual stand-off of my marriage. We did eventually resume intercourse, but my childhood religious sexual repression had been severely weakened.

Although sexual liberation came to fruition in the 70s, various forces drove this movement underground in the 80s. The Religious Right, AIDS crisis, and anti-porn feminism haplessly colluded in driving the agenda back towards sexual repression. While anti-porn feminists would deny that they shared any agenda with the Religious Right, they did in fact supply the Right with a new persuasive argument against pornography, i.e. that it caused harm to women. Some strains within feminism also attacked male sexuality in toto as sexist and misogynist. The utopian hopes birthed in the 60s were driven underground as renewed regimes of sexual repression attempted to force sexuality back into its domestic cloister.

Renewing the argument for sexual liberation is a difficult task for several reasons. Feminism, while not united in seeing all male sexuality as hopelessly sexist, still poses a profound challenge to any sexual liberation vision that doesn’t grapple with the real gendered power differentials in our society. The continuing influence of religious traditions confine sexuality to private realms of shame and repression, while trivializing any claim that sexuality and the need for sexual satisfaction is a social concern.

Nevertheless, a quiet underground of sexual experimentation has been growing even during the most conservative phase of our recent past. These subcultures have profound promise for renewing the movement for sexual liberation and for upending the moralizing tactics that have been so successful in our society. To build on this promise does require addressing the fundamental sources of sexual identity, shame, and expression.

2) Pleasure, shame, repression, and sexual identity

The desire for physical pleasure is part of our fundamental bodily life from birth. An infant does not know that sucking a breast gives them nutrition, they only know that the breast and its milk are pleasurable. Children who do not receive breast-feeding are not necessarily sexually deprived, but taking in sweet warm fluid through the mouth is an intensely pleasurable act that begins in infancy and sets the stage for later desires.

Along with oral pleasure, urination and defecation are also pleasurable and lead the infant to the more typically recognized sexual pleasures. In time, most children discover their genitals and the pleasure of touching them. I remember vividly when my son grabbed his penis during a diaper change and giggled wildly when he was only a few months old.

Even beyond these specific bodily pleasures, small children are given to spontaneous nudism. Nearly all very young children will discard their clothing happily and feel no shame about it. The Garden of Eden story’s "naked and unashamed" description likely harkens back to this very primal unself-consciousness of children.

Of course, Edenic innocence does not last. Shame is very early visited on children’s naive bodily pleasures. Much of this shame is wrong-headed, especially in the matter of genital self-touching. There is no good reason to treat childish masturbatory touching as disgusting or naughty. Nevertheless, most parents have already imbibed their own genital shame and quite reactively project it on their children. Of course, teaching children discretion and privacy in this practice is healthy, but far too often intensely negative messages are given.

Returning to the primal breastfeeding bond, at early infancy, children have no sense of being boys or girls. A lot of speculation exists about innate male aggressiveness, and other sex-specific characteristics, but the children have no consciousness of gender and bond quite readily with their nurturing caregiver, usually female, as if they were extensions of their own bodies. The quality of this bond can vary from caregiver to caregiver, and if this bond is not consummated, indications are that pathological consequences do result. Even with the best of caregivers, the initial immersive bonding gives way as some needs go unsatisfied and the children have to escalate their demands for satisfaction. This escalation, and eventual exhaustion of the caregiver’s ability to satisfy the infant, force a psychological rift, the beginning of individuation. The child realizes that it cannot have all its needs satisfied and that its caregiver is not a limitless supply of food or holding or comfort. In time, the child begins to conform its demands to the limits of the caregiver, the basis for later obedience to the commands of the adults in its life.

In the later stages of individuation and language acquisition, sexual identity begins its first formation. The genitals take on names, and become linked to being a boy or a girl. The caregivers are also differentiated by whether they are male or female and the imperative to conform takes on the burden of gender roles. If the individuation is extreme, then the parent who was once the all-flowing source of nourishment becomes an absolute Other, the not-self against whom complete disidentification must be exerted. Boys shun female identification in the extreme cases. If a boy sometimes plays with dolls or wears dresses, and is subsequently discouraged, he is pushed further along the path towards hypermasculinization. Girls, if bonded with mother, have greater trouble totally retreating into disidentification. They seem destined to become little mommies. Each situation can propel either repression of femininity as the girl tries to resolve their gender crisis or hyperfemininity as the girl cocoons herself in the trappings of girlishness.

As children learn about their genitals what Freud identified as "castration anxiety" and "penis envy" do occur, though this may be less traumatic than Freud’s theory maintains. Boys do wonder if their penis can be cut off to make them a girl. Girls do wonder why they don’t have penises. Whether these early questions, rarely voiced aloud, dramatically shape sexual desire and orientation is an open question. Children don’t seem to normally obsess about their genitals, except in unusual circumstances. If a boy is intensely shamed for genital fondling, castration anxiety can become obsessive. I know that even as an adult, I have regular moments when unbidden images of my penis being sliced from my groin flash in my imagination. I don’t generally worry about this, but it is a recurring, not infrequent experience.

Girls who are shamed for touching themselves or being nude when troubling to adults, don’t envy the male penis, since boys are similarly shamed. Rather than penis envy, what seems to be more likely is a common sense of anxiety about exposure, a sense that their genitals are shocking, scary, or provocative to adults. This sense is likely tied specifically to male reactions. Men are troubled by seeing nude females in public. This can lead to a generalized body shame. In Islamic cultures, the burkha is among the extreme manifestations of male repression of female bodies.

As layers of sexual shame and confusion, as well as pleasure, desire, and disobedience to sexual restrictions collide in each child’s being, a plethora of unique sexualities emerge. As a result of gendered power differentials in society, female sexuality is more likely to be repressed and conformist. Male sexuality has a greater "play" in terms of rule-breaking, but given the childhood conditions of shaming and anxiety, male sexuality also exhibits a double-standard of often viewing sexually active women as dirty, at the same time as they seem intensely attracted to such women. This ingrained double-standard is the basis for anti-porn feminism’s view that sexual liberation is a no-win proposition for women.

The more conservative tendency of female sexuality is not rooted in illusionary anxieties for the most part. Men do mistreat, harm, and even murder women who are sexually aggressive. Male anxieties and shame about sexuality lead them to intensely desire complete sexual fusion with women, only to reject such fusion in the aftermath of orgasm. The no-win sexual situation dominates our society.


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 Utopian Longings Charley's Brief Autobiography For some reason, I always go back to the year of my birth, as if that explains something about my adult self. Nineteen sixty-three was the year that Martin Luther King, Jr. preached his famous "I Have a Dream" speech at the March on Washington. Although just an infant, I imbibed something of that utopian spirit that has shaped so many of my adult choices. I didn't actually hear that sermon until I was around twelve, but it was one more confirmation of my utopian mindset.  "I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together"  This paragraph is based on a Biblical passage, which is one of the most utopian in the whole canon. I have never failed to be inspired by passages like this one. However, I have found that this message is not the dominant theme in the Bible. There is plenty of pessimism and. what seem to me, to be backward ideas in it as well.  It seems my life has been about journeying from pessimism towards utopianism. My father, also a preacher, was a classic hell-fire and brimstone Pentecostal. No utopian heaven on earth for him. He preached against liberals, feminists, and peaceniks. In short, he preached against everything I have become. And that, as they say, is a story in itself.  Breaking with Pessimism  After graduating from high school in 1981, I attended a Pentecostal college, and it was there I first began to think outside the pessimistic viewpoint I had inherited. The first break came over a matter of doctrine that might seem minor to folks outside the Pentecostal ghetto, but it made a world of difference to me in that context. The standard doctrine said that Jesus was going to "rapture" all real Christians from earth, leaving most humans behind to face the "Great Tribulation." The horrors of Armageddon, massive earthquakes, plagues, and fiery comets would be rained down on sinners for seven years.  I came to believe that God wouldn't deprive the earth of his best servants during earth's darkest hours. I believed that Christians would face the Antichrist and be used by God to resist evil's power. This made me a heretic and a radical. After all, being a Christian was about saving souls, not helping people. I had begun a long journey of rejecting a deeply ingrained world-hatred. I didn't return to college for another seven years.  Reaching for Love and Community  Before I left college, I did manage to meet and fall in love with my wife, Teresa. She seemed intrigued by "radicalism" in contrast to most of the other students and teachers. One of my few campus radical buddies was her good friend and that made it easier for her to accept me. We became good friends while touring with the college choir, and eventually a romance blossomed.  We married in November of 1982, and began a search for whatever utopia we could find together. I was still finding inspiration in the Bible and this time it was found in Acts 4:32: "Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one claimed private ownership of any possessions, but everything they owned was held in common."  Four years later, we moved to Evanston, IL to become part of a Christian community, Reba Place Fellowship, which utilized a common treasury.  However, just before that move, love came into my life in its purest form. My daughter Melissa was born on October 10, 1985. My father once said to me that he never felt truly adored until my little sister was born. I now know what that means. Even though I have always felt like fathering was challenging, I still see in my children -- my son was born three years later -- the truest legacy I will ever create. No job or masterpiece I could craft will have the same impact or meaning as my children.  Fatherhood  Let me digress about fatherhood a bit. My own father, as may be obvious by now, was an angry and unhappy person and abusive towards his wife and children. We led a double life, with Dad preaching Jesus and salvation in church, but giving us pain and unhappiness in the home.  Although I had an instant bond with my daughter, when my son, Christopher, was born, it was harder to feel that same affection. I can't recall my father ever expressing genuine love for me. I have worked through that resistance, but my father's patterns of short-tempered lashing out still lurk in my subconscious.  Returning to Reba Place, it was there that I was first challenged to look at the pain and suffering of my childhood. After one of my angry explosions was aimed directly at my lovely little girl, I had no choice but to get into therapy. I was diagnosed with depression and began an eight-year pursuit of emotional healing.  There were two breakthroughs in therapy. First of all, I reconnected with my "inner child" in a very intense therapy session. I know that this idea is much scoffed at, and the session did not start out with that goal. We were revisiting a pivotal childhood experience of abuse. As we worked through memories, it became clear that a part of myself had been deeply damaged and unable to cope with that experience. It was only as I embraced that abused child part of myself that I began to heal from all that pain.  The second breakthrough was more mundane. I had been placed on anti- depressants as far back as 1987, but they all had fairly limited effects. Not long afterwards, Prozac was released, but I didn't take it until much later. When I finally did so, it worked its famous magic on me. Within a few months all my depressive thoughts subsided and I knew that I was fully cured. This is not the typical case, of course, but I have been symptom-free for over seven years. I do not know how much a factor the "inner child" breakthrough was in the success of the medication. My guess is that they reinforced each other.  Embracing Quakerism  My life at Reba Place came to an end a couple of years later. My new emotional health gave me a new freedom in religious matters, and for all its good things, Reba Place was still holding on to traditions and ideas that began to feel constrictive. My journey towards utopia was about to take its latest turn.  Reba Place was part of the Mennonite Church, a biblically based peace church. I was drawn there as much by pacifism as by the communal lifestyle. I began to go through serious questioning of the Bible and Christian doctrines, including doubts about Jesus' divinity and resurrection, the nature of God, and the authority of the Bible. I was still a pacifist and religious, but I needed to find a new community that could accommodate someone given to heretical ideas about religion.  I found that community in another utopian sect, the Religious Society of Friends, commonly called "Quakers." While they started out with a biblicism similar to the Mennonites, modernism and unorthodox ideas became much more accepted among Quakers about a hundred years ago. Many Quakers had been involved in the struggle for the abolition of slavery, but this experience undermined the traditional culture of Quakerism as world-shunning sect. They shifted from a vision of communal perfection to one of social service and activism. This new focus brought Quakers into contact with unorthodox ideas about the Bible and Christianity. Quakers had already undergone some splits over doctrine, but the faction that embraced modern activism and theology has become today one of the most theologically diverse religious bodies in the USA. I located the closest Quaker meeting to my home and began attending just over four and a half years ago. Among Quakers I have found a community that I believe will be my spiritual home for the rest of my life. They are far from perfect, but part of my healing has been accepting imperfection both in myself and in others. Still Longing for Utopia  A. J. Muste, the pacifist founder of the Fellowship of Reconciliation, once remarked that his demonstrations against war were not only about changing the world, they were also intended to keep the world from changing him. That resonates with how I regard my utopian spirit. While I have been changed many times in many ways, those changes have been aimed at purifying the utopian impulse. The 1960s still stand out for me as a period of history when lots of people discovered a vision of a better world. They failed to realize it completely, but I believe the world is better for that vision having dawned in the lives it did.  As for where my utopian impulse will take me next, that's something of a mystery to me, as it has been all along. I know that one of my real gifts is writing and there is so much to be written about the details of utopian visions. I have had a couple of articles published and really hope one day to write a longer book on my experience and philosophy.

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