Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Request: a response to the Shannon Ethride's article "My take: Searching for God, settling for sex"

A new friend linked me to this article by Shannon Ethridge with the full knowledge that our views on such matters vary widely. My response however in my usual manner is about four times longer than the original article and so was for to long to be published on the original Facebook thread. So I am Publishing it here :D

Darcy's Response to "My take: searching for God, settling for sex"


It took me a while to gain perspective on how I feel about this piece. It’s hard for me to know how to respond because my own personal views have now strayed so far from not only the mainstream religious perspective but also from the mainstream secular perspective. For example, at this point in my development I do not believe that monogamy is the only valid lifestyle/lovestyle choice and as a result I could theoretically argue almost every sentence in this article (in fact when I was writing my initial notes I probably did) but I think focusing on the minute that in this case would be my personal views on the validity of different relationship choices would be counter productive and detract from the true message within the article.

Believe it or not, my response isn’t all negative. When Shannon says, “that our society is clamoring for closeness” I agree, wholeheartedly in fact. However I also think claiming that this is the real force behind the fifty shades phenomenon is a gross oversimplification of many cultural, technological and societal forces that have resulted in the series’ success and that her argument would have been made stronger had she left this aspect of the article out. Let us not forget that in spite of its popularity, 50 shades is without a doubt erotica. Its purpose is to titillate the reader not to be an expression of any sort of stable, healthy, functional or even sustainable relationship. Still, 50 shades is a hot topic at the moment and in the land of the Internet it’s all about getting those hits so I can see why she did it. But for the purpose of my response and believe it or not for the sake of brevity I am going to ignore the 50 shades aspect. If you want to know my thoughts on “Fifty shades of grey,” ask me later, for now, back to our society clamoring for closeness….

What it comes down to is this, the author of this article comes from a very different place and holds vastly different values to myself, and as a result, the arguments we would use to make the same or similar points vary almost to the extent that we might spend an infinite amount of time arguing the details with each other only to realise belatedly that what we are saying might in fact be more similar than it is different. I believe Shannon is trying to highlight the expectation gap that can exist between the needs we seek to fulfill and the actions we take to fulfil them

If deep and spiritual intimacy is what humans seek, then relational or sexual intensity can never satisfy our deepest longings or heal our oldest wounds. Christian and Anastasia won’t discover the heart-deep intimacy in whips, chains, pain and sexual intensity

I can agree that there are times when many people mistakenly go so far as to not only settle for but actively seek what the article terms as ‘sexual intensity’ as a substitute for or in the belief that it will inevitably lead to ‘sexual intimacy’ aka ‘closeness’. In spite of the widespread acknowledgement of the fallacy embedded in this logic (show me almost any TV series aimed at teens and I’ll show you at least one character who learns this lesson the hard way) this is a myth that still persists in the minds of many of my peers one that is also relied upon heavily in erotic fiction (such as 50 shades of grey) where the sexual attraction is irresistible and yet inevitably after a few unnecessary relationship hiccups (which could have easily been avoided had the protagonists taken any time to know each other or possibly, I don’t know, communicated with each other), the protagonists who have barely spent any time together or had any meaningful conversations, profess their undying love and commitment to one another and walk off into the sunset a picture of emotional and sexually sated bliss.

I too acknowledge this as a problem.

This is however where our arguments branch away from one another…

You may have noticed that when I mentioned the expectation gap above I specifically acknowleged that it “can exist” and that “there are times when many people…” no these were not typos nor were they haphazard word choices. I specifically wanted to acknowledge the existence of these scenarios whilst also acknowledging the possibility for alternate situations/interpretations to exist simultaneously. Doing so is not sexy, no one likes ambiguity it creates complications and leaves room for error however absolutes have a tendency to over simplify matters, especially matters of sexuality, sexual expression, emotions and emotional connection. Shannon’s use of absolutes is what troubles me most about this piece.

It’s subtle and perhaps I am oversensitive to the issue because I’ve always had a problem with people telling me what I should and shouldn’t do in the privacy of my own mind and bedroom. I feel that the implication of this article is that there is only one acceptable expression of sexuality, only one that has any worth or advantage to the people involved, that being the loving physical expression of sexual intimacy between a heterosexual couple sanctified by marriage. That all other forms are somehow debilitating or devalue the individual’s essential worth as a respectable human being. But then I am reminded that this is a Christian belief blog and so it is reasonable to assume that the majority of readers subscribe to this faith, therefore the purpose of the article is not to convert or assuage the feelings and beliefs of non believers such as myself but to talk to an audience who theoretically subscribes to what I would consider limited scriptural views on sexuality. An audience for whom the concept of sexuality and spirituality as two sides of the same coin may in fact be sufficiently radical.

It’s hard to argue against what someone believes. This is after all essentially an opinion piece based on the beliefs of the author without reference to any factual studies, and my response is equally void of supporting data. Shannon says, “And behind every sexual longing, I believe there is an even deeper spiritual longing.” Really? Behind every one of those longings there is a deeper spiritual longing? Every single one? Even if I did believe this there is stillroom for error of the sort where the spiritual longing discussed is not the very specific one supported by Shannon – that of genuine sexual intimacy – however this thought doesn’t seem to be acknowledged within the article.
The article assumes that “deep and spiritual intimacy is what humans seek (and so) relational or sexual intensity can never satisfy our deepest longings or heal our oldest wounds.” Well yes that might be one aspect of what many humans seek but what of our other longings, wants and needs? Surely we are not all so one dimensional as to be driven by a singular purpose. It would make life easier if it were though wouldn’t it? We are complicated creatures, our lives are not simple, there are times when there is no right answer, times when no matter what course of action is taken someone will get hurt, and then there are other times when there are many answers to a single question and all are equally valid.

The article also takes for granted that monogamous, heterosexual, loving committed sanctified by marriage sort of sex is the only true acceptable and valuable form of sexual expression, but once again this is a matter of belief systems so I don’t think it would be productive to argue against this crucial assumption of the article.

I also take issue with the assumption that just because sexual intensity and intimacy can occasionally be mistaken for one another that this always occurs and therefore that it is necessary to ‘suggest’ that sexual intensity and intimacy are not the same. Of course they are not! But that doesn’t mean they can’t co-exist or that they don’t each have value independent one another.

What is intimacy? Can it be found in non-sexual relationships? What about close friendships, of the kind that last decades if not lifetimes worth of highs and lows and in-betweens; the girl you went through high school with who still teases you about the first crush you had in year 7, or the time you got locked in the men’s bathroom in Amsterdam and she drank all of your lemonade; the ones you call and who sit on the couch in a group hug watching a shitty movie with you until you manage to stop crying and start talking about how your parents just told you they are separating and as a result your sister stormed out of the house in a fit of rage and had already planned to move to Perth in a matter of days and your afraid she might never speak to any of you again? Is this not also intimacy of the deep spiritual meaningful kind? Of the kind than Shannon believes can never be found by Christian and Anastasia through whips, chains and sexual intensity? Is this intimacy somehow less valuable because it isn’t sexual, exclusive and will never lead to matrimony or procreation? If soul-deep intimacy is what we humans seek and instead of finding it within a heterosexual partnership it has already been fulfilled by the many bonds of friendship, what happens to Shannon’s argument then?

Is it not possible that the same might be said for sexual intensity? That while not always necessary for sexual intimacy, sexual intensity may never the less harbor  its own inherent purpose and value separate to that of sexual intimacy?

For arguments sake I ask that you permit me to use a different analogy here but one I have a little more practical experience with. Pole dancing. Historically (at least in recent history and to the extent of my knowledge which is admittedly lacking in the history department) pole dancing has been seen as a sexual act. Performances took/take place in pubs and strip joints, dancers wore high heels and minimal clothing and performances were intended for the titillation of paying audience members. However remove the act from this environment, if it makes you more comfortable you can also remove the high heels and clothe the dancer in a leotard reminiscent of a more modest ballet dancer; what you are left with is an athlete performing amazing acrobatic feats on an apparatus in the form of a vertically suspended tube of metal with anchor points in the ceiling and floor, much the same as those used by gymnasts, pole vaulters and aerial circus performers. Different environment, different intentions but essentially the same thing. Both performance types have entertainment value of their own independent of the art form as a whole and it is up to the audience whether or not they choose to participate.

Remove the pole dancer from the sexually charged environment, change her attire, make the intention of the performance something other than the titillation of paying audience members and allow yourself to appreciate her performance for its display of grace, strength and athleticism and yet still some individuals will still choose to interpret it in in a sexual context. Now assuming for a minute that this is an undesirable or even unacceptable result (a large cognitive leap for me I tell you), is it really the performers fault that she was being sexually objectified? Would it not be a more accurate interpretation that it is the individual audience member rather than the performance and the performer herself that is to blame for this indiscretion? Is it fair or even logical that the performer be blamed and punished - made to refrain from dancing - for the perceptions of an individual audience member? Should everyone else enjoying the performance for its intended purpose be denied this pleasure because one or even a few people interpreted the act in a manner that some consider contemptible?

Do you see what I am getting at with this? That maybe the sexual act itself isn’t at fault for the way in which we choose to use or interpret it? Maybe there is more than one way. It’s the intention of the participants that counts. If people are using sexual intensity to achieve or as a substitute for sexual intimacy that may be indicative of an individuals problem, but that’s not sexual intensities fault. If both participants desire sexual intensity of itself there is no problem. It is our choice each time as individuals whether we partake in sexual intimacy or sexual intensity. All I argue is that all options in their various combinations can be valid and have their own intrinsic merit.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

FYI - this is why I do my outdoor exercise long after sunset...

All this long winter I have diligently applied sunscreen whenever it looks like I will be outdoors without 
protection for any length of time…

and the ONE time I forget and go for a 45 minute walk in the middle of the day…. THIS HAPPENS!!! :(
People be warned… Darcy gets grumpy when her skin burns :@

Much love
D.









Thursday, November 1, 2012

Halloween...

Trick-or-treating is the non-consensual Americanisation of my life... (as is my iPhones auto correct putting a 'z' in the word Americanisation)...

And its times like these I need a twitter account...

Halloween 2011

Having said that, I am totally looking forward to the pole dancing halloween party I am attending this weekend :D

Much love,
D.

Photo courtesy of Robert Engberg, you can find his Flickr stream here.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The body is a funny thing...

At 8pm this evening I woke up after a 2 and a half hour nap exhausted and desperate to go to the bathroom but thankfully without the all consuming headache that had plagued me as I crawled onto my bed and buried myself in its mountain of pillows.

It was only a head ache, so in some ways I am grateful, to who I cant really say. I have had worse, much worse in recent months. Migraines so severe I cant sleep, that see me curled up in a fetal position on the couch clutching at my head to relieve the pressure and trying not to move or hunched over the toilet bowl with fingers down my throat in a desperate attempt to relieve the nausea or naked, crying pitiful tears of resignation in the shower surrounded by remnants of my own vomit because I dont have the energy or motivation to move and at least the crying creates a different sort of pressure if only temporarily.

Mum and I semi joke that at these times if I were admitted to an emergency room I would appear to be some sort of drug addict.

Eventually with some sort of intervention the symptoms recede enough to permit an escape to sleep. The next morning however, while the severe symptoms are gone what remains is a fog of lethargy and light headed ness that makes me personally not feel safe enough to drive and generally requires another afternoon nap. I generally don't feel well again for about 36 hours after the migraine begins.

This time though it was only a headache. You know how I can tell? I took some nurofen and went to sleep and a) actually got to sleep and b) when I woke up it was gone. So even though part of me feels like that was a waste of a perfectly beautiful afternoon it was by comparison quite a productive one.

I write this not to gross anyone out but to remind myself what's going on.

The migraines started about 6 months ago when I decided to go back on a form of hormonal contraception that I had used without issue before. At the time (and even now) this decision was made not for reasons of birth control but because I had noticed that if at time approximately consistent with the third week of my menstrual cycle I participated in any form of strenuous cardiovascular exercise (mostly running or bike riding) I would develop these strange cramp like symptoms that came in waves, feel really hot and sick and most times be forced to discontinue whatever I was doing and wait for it to pass. Only sometimes this would take longer than others and my incapacitation during these times made me feel unsafe (especially as to my mothers and aunts chagrin I have a habit of going running in the middle of the night). Because of the timing we (being my medical team of mum + impartial GP + myself) suspected it might be caused by hormonal progesterone fluctuations and decided to test this theory using hormonal contraception.

Since then the original symptoms have stopped (so it worked!) and/but I can pretty much calculate to the day when I am going to be fighting back some sort of mind altering pain. So far I've had times when I needed nausia injections to stop the vomiting. I've tried migraine medication but for the most part tablets don't seem to work because my stomach is the first organ to shut down and I have yet to have a need to try the nasal spray; I've been having physiotherapy on my neck in the hope that releasing the pressure there will reduce the frequency and severity of the pain (which seems to be doing a lot of good) and I have ehem - other - types of medication not absorbed through the stomach as a fall back option for the nausia.

At this point I would go out on a limb and say that the solution has/is causing more problems than the original presenting issue not to mention the financial cost involved in not only the contraception but also all of the additional medications involved in suppressing the migrane side effects (I tell you they are not cheap!) and I would dump it in a second except that - although not necessary at the moment - hormonal contraception is so significantly more effective at preventing unwanted pregnancies than any other barrier type methods of contraception... And I really, if I can help it, don't want to be faced with an unplanned pregnancy (although I'll let you know that there are times when my head is screaming at me when the balance of my decision starts tipping in the other direction). And so considering my current life stage, now seems as good a time as any - possibly the best time to sort this stuff out.

So I am working with my understandably frustrated GP who when presented with the problem has to hear me say things like "well I don't feel comfortable trying implanon because I pole dance and so a lot of pressure gets out on my arm in the area it would be implanted and I'm not sure what sort of damage that little piece of plastic could do" and "well see my problem with the pill is that I know myself and I am terrible at remembering to do things ate the same time every day, even with reminders in my phone" and "the I fear what would happen if I had an adverse effect to the injection" (which admittedly she agreed with) and my GP herself doesn't want to put an IUD in someone like myself who hasn't had kids. So that leaves... Well as I said, we are working on that.

My point being, that today I only had a headache :D

Much love,
D.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I'm Back!

Oh dear, it has been two years and two months since my last confession. So much has changed (eg blogger's editing page has been totally google-efied to the point I am going to have to spend some time re-learning it) and yet so much is still the same. I don't even know where to start catching myself up.

So I won't.

Suffice to say that I have had a sudden impulse to start blogging again and while the idea of creating a whole new site for the whole new blogging me had its merit, I felt there was/is also a certain appeal to continuing my online publishing adventures right where they started. I am after all the same person (technically) in that I am functioning with the same brain (albeit a few years older) and the blog will essentially serve the same purpose.

Then again, did I ever really decide what kind of blog this was supposed to be? Maybe I do have a new purpose.

I don't claim to be an expert. On any subject. If the last year has done anything productive at all then it has burst that little bubble I used to convince myself I knew everything I needed to know. Well that's not quite right because I was well aware I didn't, know everything there was to know in the world; more like, I have questions now, questions that drive me to search for answers and even once I've found answers I try to be flexible enough to acknowledge that there may in fact be more.

I have found my wonder again.

So why back to the writing? I've been doing a lot of reading recently, and a lot of listening to blogs, and a lot of watching informative tv, and a lot more reading. So much new stuff, and it goes in one ear and out the other and all that's left is a sense of sense, or a sense of hey that's really true/profound/ I had never thought of it that way and now I wonder how anyone could possibly think otherwise/ I WANT TO REMEMBER THAT!

And I am developing FOF - fear of forgetting.

To remember, to understand, I need to write.

Silly as this might sound I realize am more consciously aware of the importance of all those annoying assignments they give you whilst your being 'educated'. It's like, when all you do is read or listen or watch its like eating junk food - the calories, the fat and the sugar are there so the brain sends out all these happy chemicals but the essential macro and micronutrients are missing, the calories are empty and the body is unsatisfied so it continues to crave more. So for me at least, information without the accompanying analysis and scrutiny that comes with writing about it is ultimately as un-satisfying as the empty calories associated with junk food.

I guess the point is that I need a forum in which I can scrutinize, study, analyze, group and better understand the information that I am constantly assaulting myself with. And I happen to be just egotistical enough to feel the need to publish my thoughts, ideas and conclusions to the public sphere where there is a chance someone might actually read it rather than leaving them as secret scribbles in my journal.

I'm back!

Darcy.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sunday (rainday? can't-decide-what-the-hell-kind-of-weather-I-want-to-be-day!) ramblings

Today I am feeling a little lost. There is nothing much more I care to say on the matter, I just thought I should let you all know. But on another matter altogether…

Come closer it's a secret…

*insert a hushed version of the voice a tweenage girl would use when discussing Justin Bieber*

Yesterday whilst bike riding in centennial park I saw the most stunning, physically perfect example of the male belonging to the species (?) Homo Sapiens. I mean in all fairness such a being should not exist beyond movies and overly photoshopped magazine shoots.

Such chiselled abs, broad shoulders, sculpted arms, rippling back and oh!…. *eyes glaze over*

In all honesty I didn't even get a look at his face in the 30 or so seconds I had to ogle drool-over observe his fine form whilst zooming by on my bike, I was far to distracted by other details… and by the next time I made my way around the circuit he was gone *sigh*

Eddy says I should have crashed my bike on purpose to get a better look, and now that I think about it, that wasn't such a bad idea… all so I could share the account with you of course… for the betterment of humanity and the collective feminine fantasie of course ;-)

Just thought I should share.

D.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Some days I should just stay in bed...


There are two vastly different ways of looking at today:
1. I am very lucky
2. I am very unlucky...

Why, you may ask?


1. I got out of the house before 12pm on a Sunday and went into town to see a design exhibition in which the beautiful Bell had been a collaborator (10 points to the person who tells me why that sentence doesn't sound right - mum you don't count)

2. The gallery was closed because a member of staff was sick...

(The note sticky taped to the door)

1. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money

2. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money (it fits in both don't you think?)

(not the shoes I decided to buy but one that interested me none the less)

1. Shoes distract me from reality and send me to my happy place

2. Shoes distract me and so I forget that I left my phone on the couch on which I was sitting to try my shoes on.

1. A shop assistant was kind enough to point this out before we left.

(A completely unrelated photo that I had wanted to post a few months ago... this gives you some kind of idea of the type of crazy woman I looked like when working as an intern last summer)

1. After shopping there was even time to eat lunch!

2. I accidentally left my brand new shoes at the table we were eating at when we left...

1. The women who had been sitting next to us noticed and got a member of the cleaning staff to put them in a safe place for us, ie, I got them back :D

(Another unrelated photo I wanted to share... the greeting I received at work 2 weeks ago in recognition of the release of my final university semester results and therefore impending graduation! :-D)
2. I dropped my train ticket when on my way back to the station

1. I got it back too :D

The moral of the story? It would have been much safer for my belongings if I had never gotten out of bed this morning (bearing in mind that my DSLR was in my handbag the entire time) but those little green men must have been smiling on me today because I obviously had luck on my side.

Just thought I'd let you know.
D.