Verboten: Non-contemporaneous liberalism on p-list

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

to tell you the truth,

i haven't heard so much sanctimony since the legal deposition of the girl i
was accused of date-raping my sophomore year of college.  Granted, i did in
fact slam the door on her once i had her in the room--but that was only
because of the pile of laundry on the floor that was blocking my way:  i had
to over-extend to reach the door, and consequently (only able to get two
fingers around its edge), had to employ a hip-swivel technique to generate
the requisite torque.  The door slammed:  setting off a chain of unfortunate
associations in the girl's mind, assorted mnemonic brutality, vestiges of
repressed eros, projections of future conjugal renunciations . . . i don't
know.  i can't speak for her.  i only know that she favored sequins, and had
come to the college on a dance scholarship--modern dance, mind you.  She
called it the 'hermeneutics of aboriginal pelvic-gyration.'  She was a smart
girl; her Dad owned Exxon.  

Much later, the school psychiatric-counselor asked me what i thought of
violence, and sex.  i remarked that i thought that the violent aspect of sex
was a manifestation of Desire's own intention--indeed, its Desire--to
overcome itself:  to not be contingent on another.  Likewise, sex is an
attempt to escape sexuality.  She asked me what i though of women; I said
that only the woman's pleasure is important.  But what if her pleasure, her
desire, is to be victimized, to suffer, perhaps, for the children she's yet
to have?  I asked her if she knew of a Court that would back me on this one.

p.s.:  to Henry Harmonika.  Sir, exactly what class in writing, or
literature, do you teach?  Is it by any chance called "Ecstatic Hackdom?"