There was a debate last week by an
organisation called Intelligence Squared at the Royal Institution
last Tuesday 23rd April where the motion was 'pornography
is good for us: without it we would be a far more repressed society.'
I didn't attend the debate itself, but apparently at the outset 60%
of the audience supported this motion, and by the end this had only
reduced to 50%. Germaine Greer opposed it, arguing that pornography
doesn't rescue us from repression, it actually feeds off it, because
without some form of repression there would be no pornography.
Either way, it looks as if we – or at least the intelligentsia
sitting in a debating chamber - are still pretty equally divided in
our opinions. I wonder how such a debate would go if it was enacted
by parents, teachers, therapists, criminologists...?
We live in a society where we are lucky
to have access to whatever literature or images we choose, but as an
adult I choose to avoid going anywhere near the troubling modern day
porn in all its dead-eyed blatant, fleshy, garishly-lit, visual
crudity. It's starting to make Emmanuelle look like Mary Poppins and
is scaring the lifet out of most parents. So had I been debating this
issue I would have gone further and suggested that even the word
'repression' is surely outmoded in this day and age in which case so
should porn be, that is, why do we apparently still 'need' it? Far
from liberating us or taking us away into fantasies, it merely takes
sex, something that is beautiful, if basic, and turns it something
ugly, brutish or even violent at best, and at worst is starting to
damage and frighten the young, evolving minds that watch it.
Some
might say this is rich coming from a writer of erotica, but the two
prime words I have just used are 'watch' and 'writer'. One of the
many tags that irritated me about the 50
Shades phenomenon
was its description as 'mummy porn', which, without getting too
heavy, seemed to link two opposing words in an extremely unpleasant
way. The writer of it happened to be a mother, and the readers were
often mothers, but the only mother in the narrative is an abusive,
drug-taking prostitute in the hero's back story. Similarly the 'porn'
involved in the story relates to the use of domination, punishment
and sex toys, but then the book is also described as erotica. So,
which is it? Erotica, or porn? In my view, it can't be both.
I
am not a natural debater – I tend to get heated, emotional and as
you can see from this piece, opinionated – but if I am challenged
on the basis that I've written some pretty experimental sexual
practices in some of my earlier work, I prefer to simplify matters
for myself and for my audience by making a stark distinction. To me,
porn is immediate, unimaginative, visual, and predominantly
male-orientated. Erotica seeks to arouse through the written word and
imagination, and is primarily by women, for women. It's
the difference between brutality and sensuality. Insult and
compliment. Relationship and encounter. Consent and imposition. Porn
seeks to lower, erotica to elevate. Porn is imposed, violent,
debasing. Erotica celebrates sex within an adult, and with the genre
of 'erotica romance' catching on, increasingly intense, romantic
relationships.
An unlikely champion of this viewpoint
was D H Lawrence. Recently, preparing for my erotica workshop, I
re-read parts of Lady Chatterley's Lover and realised that the
'obscenity' in it relates more to the context, the language used, and
the times in which it was written, rather than the explicit yet
tender descriptions of the sex itself.
I suppose in conclusion that if I was
going to put my money where my mouth was, I'd have to imagine my
teenage son's reaction if he read one of my books. Mostly he'd snap
the book shut as soon as he realised what was going on, but if he did
read it more closely he would see that everything happening was part
of an intense, loving journey between consenting adults. The worst
that could happen is that he'd be deeply embarrassed, not deeply
damaged.