When in doubt, they “should” turn on to their vibrators for quick release from the tensions of interpersonal sex. But by whose standard? They have been told they “should” take their multiple orgasm where they find it, and let the meaningful relationships fall where they may. This year, what some women may think they “should” feel is sexually liberated. Psychiatrist Mary Jane Sherfey has described this phenomenon as a persistent problem in research about female sexual response: “One wonders if this well‐known difficulty women have in reporting their sexual sensations does not stem from the fact that they deceive themselves and us about the nature of these feelings because they are afraid that what they do feel is not what they should feel.” What a woman says she feels indeed, what she may very well think she feels, still depends to a dismaying extent on what the dominant (male) culture expects of her at the moment. Only the content of the lie changes from one generation to the next-from the Victorian woman denying all response to the loving wife faking orgasm to please her man. Many women do lie about their sexual response they always have. Are they lying? Or merely repressed? Are they secretly turned on but not admitting it to themselves? Are younger women more stimulated than older ones? Some women who read these magazines protest that they do so despite the male nude pinups, which they find either silly or irritating-not sexy. Two recent instances: “Lets you feel good without feeling bad” (“Emmanuelle”) and “The first sex film about love” (“Wet Rainbow”).
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Viva, Playgirl and Foxylady all feature male nude pinups-centerfolded, coyly posed and genitally exposed-plus a dizzying assortment of titillating articles and advice on sexrelated topics: Pubic hair styles (Viva), how to use a bidet (Foxylady) and why orgasmic women should be kinder to premature ejaculators (Playgirl).īesides the magazines, there are books that reveal women's secret erotic fantasies, and X‐rated movies whose ads, aimed at a mixed audience, attempt to soothe nagging female guilt feelings about enjoying voyeurism with the menfolk. Though no one has yet dubbed them “boyie” magazines, the past year has brought us at least three slick, fun‐and‐gamy publications designed to do for women what Playboy and Penthouse presumably do for men. The pendulum, however, is beginning to swing. Thus, even voyeurism-intense erotic interest in watching other people's sexual behavior, a trait on which pornography feeds-has been a traditionally male phenomenon psychiatrists have encountered few peeping tomboys among adult women. The reason, it has been suggested, is that these industries both reflect and reinforce the social “norm” of men as the sexual users and abusers of women. But, historically, men have been the primary consumers-as well as the pushers-of both pornography and prostitution. Some social scientists have observed that all societies need pornography-and also need to suppress it, since, like prostitution, it is an outlet for all the sexual feelings that are otherwise socially unacceptable. The word itself derives from Greek terms that mean writing about harlots-thus, any graphic reprecentation of illicit sexual material. More seriously, the word is generally applied to the explicit depiction, in books, films or photographs, of sexual organs and sexual acts, in a manner designed to elicit a strong erotic response in the reader or viewer. Pornography-for either sex-has been defined as whatever turns the Supreme Court on. The pornography industry, solemn protector and leering nurturer of man's most secret and profane sex life, is suddenly trying-with all the fumbling urgency of an adolescent lover-to go coed. Sexism aside, it was clearly a sign of the times. Women snooping around his notions counter, giggling at the plastic “love aids.” Women hogging the 30 Moviolas 30, elbowing the male regulars out of the way and popping their hot perfumed quarters into the slots for a quick peek at “Torture Chamber” and “Young Girl Does It With Very Old Guy.” Women asking for their money back if not completely satisfied. Now why in the name of male bonding would a smart young smut peddler with a choice midtown location want to let women in? Imagine it: Women riffling through his pile of $10 imported bondage magazines as if they were so many striped percales at a January white sale. Underneath, in smaller, cruder letters, the management had scrawled what it considered a liberated afterthought: Women Also Welcome. The hand‐lettered cardboard sign, posted outside a new peep‐show parlor in Manhattan's fashionable East 50's, bore the usual enticing message: ADULTS ONLY.
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