Our society is rather messed up in many, MANY ways, in case we haven't figured any of this out yet, especially when it comes to sex.
Personally, I've never really had any problems with family members playing around with each other here and there. But I suppose that comes with not being attracted to my own father or brother. (I did, however, play around with a cousin or two of mine when we were little kids and in our early teens. I enjoyed it. And I'm sure if I had a brother who was drop-dead gorgeous (and who was open to the idea), I would have been all over his ass growing up. Big deal.) But the idea of two brothers getting it on REALLY gets me hot. I've often ended up calling a guy "big brother" or "little brother" while fooling around in bed, and they get REALLY turned on too. Is it the taboo nature of it that does that for us?
Everyone remembers Flowers in the Attic, right? I mean, it's one of the most popular-selling novels of all time, and it was all about incest between a brother and a sister. People ate that shit up. (I always wondered just what kind of childhood V.C. Andrews had as a young girl. All of her books dealt with incest in some way.)
One of my favorite movies is For a Lost Soldier, a beautifully executed and emotionally devastating film about a young boy who falls in love with a Canadian soldier during World War II. Obviously, adult-child sex is a major no-no in most cultures (and admittedly, for very good reason; for the record, I'm not an advocate of pedophilia at all), but we also forget that adult-child sex was the norm in Greek and Roman cultures. It was a rite of passage, a way for young boys to be initiated into manhood by their elders. And that's pretty fuckin' hot in my eyes. Hell, I would have killed for an older men to have broken me in when I was 14, 15, 16. That would have rocked my world -- in a good way!
Everything that we tend to frown upon in the U.S. is widely accepted and even encouraged in other cultures and countries. We have all these ideas about how sex fucks us up, b/cuz, quite frankly, we are fucked up about sex. We are uncomfortable dealing with it, and we have no idea how to accept the varying expressions of it that are most often very natural human tendencies, so we place everything in these little boxes and label them "right" and "wrong" and if you don't fit into those boxes, you're a deviant or a sick pervert or whatever. So I've just learned to make my own rules in order to govern my life, not accept a radically repressed and shame-obsessed country's archaic notions of what constitutes "right" and "wrong," "moral" and "immoral" or "appropriate" and "inappropriate" sexuality.
People tend to look at me with raised eyebrows when I talk this way. I just don't govern my life by the same rules and regulations as everyone else does. If that makes me perverted in others' eyes, then so be it. It's their issue to deal with, not mine.
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