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Monthly Archives: September 2014
Timely Review : Mathri
The sexual anatomy of childhood
The question before us is this : what, exactly, is the sexuality of a child? What does the prepubescent sexuality look like? How much of what we think of as adult sexuality is in fact present our entire lives? What does puberty add?
First, let’s deal with the physical equipment. There can be no doubt that children are born with fully functional sexual organs. All the requisite plumbing, glands, and nerve endings are present and children are capable of sexual pleasure from the day they are born. Indeed, in vitro imaging has revealed that some babies beg to masturbate even in the womb.
This should come as no surprise to most people. Very few of us have absolutely no sexual responses before puberty. They might be transitory and the child may not be able to understand them or fit them into a context, but erection and vaginal lubrication both happen well before puberty kicks in.
And then there is masturbation. Data on childhood masturbation is understandably scarce, but what is known clearly shows that, while not necessarily leading to orgasm, most children indulge in some form of solitary sexual exploration on their own. Such a rich source of sensation and mystery will not go unexplored. This may or may not lead to actual masturbation, in other words activity specifically in search of pleasant sensations, and that in turn might lead to orgasm, but rarely does.
The one exception is children who have become sexually precocious due to sexual abuse.
There is also childhood sexual play. Children are naturally curious about what is going on down there, both on themselves and others. The extraordinary amount of sensations that come from our sexual regions are alone enough reason to be fascinated, as well as their intimate relationship with our eliminatory functions.
Add in the very peculiar way adults behave around the topic, the utter mysteriousness of what they see of sexuality as it is hinted at on television or online, and the very clear message that this is something that is Not To Be Talked About (and therefore very exciting to find out about), and the stage is set for “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”.
So clearly there is something there before puberty. We are not born unsexed, a sexual tabula rasa until day 1 of puberty. There is something very like sexuality before puberty. But is it a true sexuality?
I have given this some thought, and my answer is a qualified no. While the equipment is intact and the interest is there and the desire for pleasure, the one missing ingredient that only adolescence can bring is lust.
Without the hormonal changes of puberty, there is no sex drive, no desire for a mate, no falling in love, no driving force that pulls people together. The sexual nature of a child is a mere intellectual interest compared to the emotional firestorm that puberty triggers and that stays with us, dimming over time but never going out. The machinery is all there, but there is no energy source to make it all go.
It is a qualified no, however, because case history after case history has shown that while the child might not have a sexuality per se, the sex-related things that happen in our childhood can lie dormant until puberty and then suddenly become integrated into the newly formed sexuality.
It could be something as simple as a sense-memory of some very pleasant sensations created by a particular piece of clothing, or something as complex as a deep and crippling paraphilia that renders the individual incapable of enjoying sexual intimacy because they have so strongly sexually fixated on something outside the realm of the more usual sexual relations.
Sexual imprinting in human beings is not well understood, and obviously a little tricky to study directly.
So now that we have a rough picture of childhood sexuality, what do we do with it?
My main purpose in creating this accurate and unfiltered picture of childhood sexuality was to use it as a starting point for fighting against the sexual repression of children that has sneaked back into the culture after the Sexual Revolution under the auspices of the fight against child sexual abuse.
As I said in the article preceding this one, most of the progress made during the Sexual Revolution had been retained. We don’t freak out about masturbation or sex play any more. We don’t pretend children are somehow sexless innocents. Most parenting manuals have the same sex-positive advice about not traumatizing your poor child when you find them doing perfectly natural things. Parents know that all children do the same things, and so their children are not abnormal for doing them. They also know that, at some point, they will have to navigate one of our strongest taboos when they have The Talk about where babies come from.
But now we teach them that their sexual potential makes them the target of predators, and that is not good either. It is yet another way of teaching children to fear and repress their own sexuality, and we think we are doing it for their own good, but it is just the same old taboo coming back again.
Because the child/sex taboo is so strong, we don’t want to deal with our children’s sexuality at all. The subject makes us incredibly uncomfortable even from several steps removed, and the rampant fear/hate of pedophiles and the resultant climate of suspicion and paranoia it brings, has only made this issue exponentially worse.
So it is very easy for parents to give in to the temptation to simply suppress the subject wholly. Shut down all discussion of the subject, make it very clear that it is Not To Be Talked About, and the problem seemingly goes away.
But that’s your problem…. not your child’s. If you truly love your child and are willing to sacrifice your own wellbeing for theirs, what gets suppressed will be your issues and you will deal openly and honestly with your children about the subject, answering all their questions as best as you can, and keep your issues to yourself.
That is the only way these pointless taboos will be destroyed.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
Feeling the future
Different people perceive time in different ways.
Some people are highly focused in the present. They get a great deal of stimulation and information from the here and now. They live their lives moment to moment, and are great at dealing with things immediately and with great drive, energy, and focus. To them, life is an ever-unfolding series of moments to enjoy or endure. They tend to live life in the present and let the future take care of itself.
To them, the future is not real. Not emotionally speaking. Sure, they understand the basics of controlling the future by controlling the present, but on a fundamental level, the future is a vague and mysterious place, and they spend very little of their time thinking about it. After all, the world is full of possibilities and variables, so who really knows what is going to happen? The only thing you can truly know is what is happening right now.
Contrast that to the future oriented person. They feel that the present is only the place where the future begins, and that the secret to a good life is, via a series of carefully planned actions, control the future and make it a better place for themselves. They know that nobody can control their future perfectly, but they still have faith that they can control their outcomes via forethought and understands to a sufficient degree that they can make their lives better, or at least less bad.
To these people, the future is very real. They experience potential outcomes almost as if they were really happening. This feel for the future is the what guides a future oriented future. They are constantly analyzing all the variables in order to find the best path that leads to the best future, and plotting a series of steps to get there.
To the present oriented person, life is a broad, flat plain filled with things to explore. To the future oriented person, life is a staircase leading ever upward into the future.
Both of these types have their strengths and weaknesses. The present oriented person excels at handling complex, stressful situations in realtime. Because they do not require a plan before they act and because they live fully in the present, they can experience and react to life with full immediacy.
Also, because they give little thought to the future, they are less prone to the sorts of neuroses that are based upon anxiety about future events. In fact, for the most part, present oriented people have a much more positive outlook on life and a great deal more optimism than their future fixated friends.
On the other hand, it could almost go without saying that if you don’t think about the future, you have little control over it. For future oriented people, long term planning is extremely unpleasant and they will avoid it whenever they can. As a result, the things that only come with long term planning and patience will never come their way except, perhaps, by accident.
Without an emotional connection to the future, past oriented people’s ability to influence the world is severely curtailed unless they connect themselves with someone more future oriented.
The benefits of being future oriented are obvious. The future oriented person’s emotional connection to the future has the potential to be a powerful tool that leads one to an ever improving future.
Also, this emotional connection allows the person to form an attachment to a future goal that allows the future oriented person to derive emotional satisfaction from progress towards that goal, and this is vitally important for maintaining the long term motivation necessary to sustain someone emotionally through all those long term steps.
To the future oriented person, every step towards a long term goal is its own reward.
That is why, for the most part, while the present oriented person might be happier in the short term, it is the future oriented people who run the world, and thus, rule it.
Speaking of happiness, one of the negative aspects of being future-oriented is that it can lead to depression and/or pessimism. The future-oriented person can lose their emotional connection to their long term goals, and without the ability to recharge their batteries in the present, it can be very hard for them to get things going again.
Also, their ability to feel the future is not a psychic power or mystic insight. It is a faculty of the brain, and as such, can be influences by other emotional issues and become wildly inaccurate. Despair can cause it to only produce negative readings, thus reinforcing the idea that the future can only be worse than the present, and thus withdrawing from the world seems like it is the the only possible solution.
The real solution is for the future oriented person to put down the telescope and take a look around their immediate world and learn to take more joy and pleasure in what is going on (or what COULD be going on) in their lives right now.
This will reboot their motivational structure and draw them back from the edge of despair because their lives are just plain more rewarding now, and the future oriented person can both see and feel that some of the paths that their sense of the future senses might actually lead to something good.
And no despair can survive that for long.
So as you can see, the world needs both kinds of people. A world of only future oriented people would be an emotionally desolate place where the lack of immediate pleasures would lead people to becoming dour, sour, and depressed. Despite their future orientation, by the time any of their long term plans come to fruition, they are too emotionally numb to enjoy it.
You have to live through today to get to tomorrow.
And a planet of only present-oriented people would be a chaotic mess of unenlightened hedonism and thoughtless action in which even the bare minimum amount of civilization would be impossible.
It takes a lot of different kind of people to make the world go round.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
Oh, and PS. I know that I have left out past oriented people, but I am not sure they exist, and if they do, they just seem so sad that I don’t like to think about them. Sorry.
The local news
Items about my actual life have been piling up in my brain, so today I am going to share them with you.
Let’s see…. My earaches have lessened considerably, and I am getting better at heading them off when I feel one coming on. The sinus spray I have been using (Avamys) seems to be doing an excellent job of keeping everything dilated, and I am learning to help things along by immediately blowing my nose when I get even the tiniest of sniffles.
I have also stopped putting ice in my drinks. This is a sacrifice for me, as like everyone else I love a icy cold beverage, but my condition is very sensitive to cold and I figure I would rather have underwhelming drinks than brutal fucking agony.
The sensitivity to cold strongly suggests that I have dental issues. Maybe not serious ones, but I feel like I need some work done. So when I get around to going to the pharmacy to pick up needle tips (I am almost out), I will also stop in on the dentist’s office across the street from the pharmacy and make an appointment.
Doing so is always tense for a person on assistance. Dentists don’t like us because they know that the government will pay for only $1500 of work and of course, it would literally kill a dentist to give you one cent of free dental care, so they get very frustrated if you need more dental care than that.
And I have pretty messed up teeth.
What else…. oh, I am in the process of actually submitting something somewhere! The Canadian science fiction magazine On Spec announced that they are open for submissions, so I went through my stuff and found a story to submit for publication.
It is this one, if you’re curious.
And I am proud of myself for going through with it. It was not easy, I can assure you. When I first got the message I just kind of froze in place. Deer in the headlights time. And their website was open in a tab on my browser for around five days before I had thawed out enough to actually do something.
I had to overcome a lot of fear to be able to select a story and then send it to dear wonderful Felicity so she can make sure it conforms to all of their publication guidelines. Intellectually, I am capable of doing that myself, but psychologically it is an entirely different story. So I am incredibly grateful to Felicity for helping tow me along the road to success when blank blind fear makes it impossible for me to do myself.
Sometimes, what we really need in life is someone who can tug us over the speed bumps.
While looking through my existing stories, I realized that there was a whole whack of ones that I had written that I had published here on the website but had not added to my official archive.
Color of Night is one of those. It was surprising in a very happy way to realize how many stories I have written. It is easy for my to get discouraged by how rarely I write actual prose, but it still adds up over time.
Heck, I might slap them together into a PDF short story collection and try to hawk them online.
Oh, and I am increasingly stoked for Vcon. It begins 11 days from now, and I can hardly wait. I always have a great time there. It just makes me happy to be a part of a community of nerds, however temporary. I could just sit there and soak up the vibe and be happy.
Of course, I won’t actually do that. I will look for panels to go to because I love panels. They are like really good lectures at the grooviest university ever, where all they teach is awesome nerdy stuff and where the professors don’t have to cop some sort of authoritarian roll because it’s all just us nerds, you dig?
Every time I go to a convention, I find myself wondering if all of life could be like that. The answer from my highly analytical and pragmatic brain is invariably no, that would be like having Christmas Day be every day. It would stop being special and turn into routine, and the temporary suspension of negative human emotions would break down, and people would go right back to being petty, selfish, and mean.
But still, it is wonderful to be a society of nerds for a weekend. We are a tribe, albeit a fairly diffuse and fractious one. When I’m at a convention, I really feel like these people are more like me than the entire remainder of humanity combined.
Nerds are my kind of people.
Last thing…. speaking of all things nerdy, I will be going to the BCSFA meeting tonight. Technically, it is the meeting of an organization, but it is a very loosely organized organization and the meetings are mostly just a monthly party where us local nerds can get together and enjoy one another’s company.
Before the meeting, my friends and I get together for supper. True, we could just go there directly and fill up on the amazing amount of food provided, but I have found that if I arrive full, I am less tempted by the stuff I should not have.
You know, the sweet stuff.
I find that, as part of my rising energy levels lately, I am increasingly uninterested in carbs, and more interested in things like protein. I have started viewing carbs, especially cheap carbs, as a waste of nutritional potential. Why eat empty carbs when you could eat something exciting like meat or cheese or whatever.
I am not out of the woods yet, of course. Carb addiction does not simply die overnight. But I am happy to feel it going. I can still feel it screaming at me to add the carbs back into my meals that I have been cutting out.
I am just not listening any more.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
Musical Minute : Choir of Angels
Now Let’s See
The sex lives of children
That’s a heck of a title, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s not as potentially illegal as it sounds. I just want to do a thoughtful overview of our views of child sexuality to see how it has changed and how we got to where we are today.
Before Freud, people did not have a view at all about childhood sexuality because back then, people did not think about children much at all. Much of the world didn’t even totally see them as people. They didn’t educate children, they did very little to raise them, and often children were treated as if they were petty annoyances that have to be endured, rather than innocent wonders who must be treasures.
That is, of course, exactly what you would expect from immature adults who can only view “other” children as dismal reminders of how onerous one’s adult responsibilities have become, or as rivals for all the good things in the world. And the adults were immature precisely because said adults were raised by adults like them.
The concept of the innocent child was not truly established until the 1800’s. Bucolic childhood imagery flourished, especially in the newborn field of advertising, and with the rise of urbanization came a rise in education, literacy, and what we would consider the proper upbringing of children. Children were freed from their role as farm labour and thus free to have a lengthy education and plenty of leisure time besides.
This opened up the possibility of a vision of childhood as a time of purity and innocence. Children were viewed almost as angels, and urban life created a demand for this state of purity in an increasingly filthy world.
Couple that with the attitudes towards sex of the era, and you get the birth of the sexless child. In this view, children are free from any association with the world of filthy animal rutting. Sexuality was something that just sort of happened at some point in a child’s life, and before that point, there was no such thing as childhood sexuality.
Enter Freud. Via his analysis of his patients, he concludes that not only do children have a sexuality, but that sex-related events in the child’s life could have a massive impact on the child well into adulthood.
Perhaps the idea of with the deepest impact, though, was the evils of repression. It broke the code of silence of a highly repressed world and dared to say that it is better medically to discuss these things openly and release them than it is to suppress them and let them fester.
This was a massive improvement over the hyper-rational authoritarian view of the times which held that it was your duty to behave a certain way and everything else was to be completely suppressed and never even mentioned, ever.
Thus, via Freud, the idea of the innocence of children (and the brutal and traumatic suppression it engendered) was shattered for the first time. A great emancipation of sexuality was unleashed, the first sexual revolution, and a common sense naturalism flourished where many taboo things were re-labeled as “natural” and “normal”.
Freud’s work even helped destroy the pernicious delusion that masturbation was somehow harmful to a child.
Unfortunately, that only lasted until around World War I. Both world wars, plus the Great Depression, caused a huge setback in the urbanization and educational trends that had led to both the sexless child view and the post-Freud naturalist view. Children went part-way back into the background of life, and the world became a very adult place.
Then came the Fifties and the birth of the truly modern lifestyle, and the “atomic family” view of life. The wife, the kids, the two car garage, the thoroughly modern kitchen. It was a vision of limitless middle class lifestyle and endless optimism stretching out into an ever improving future.
This came with a brand new vision of the innocence of children, the Father Knows Best version, and a more modern wave of suppression, repression, and hidden depression. People could barely acknowledge adult sexuality existed, let alone child sexuality, and so began the Long Dark that was not truly broken until the rise of therapy in the Seventies.
The final straw, though, was when child sexual abuse was dragged into the light and people were forced to accept that sometimes, sex and children do intersect in a very bad way.
And so begins the modern era. On the one hand, when the naturalist view came back into power in the Seventies, it stayed for good. The idea that children should not be punished or scolded for asking questions about sex or masturbating took permanent root and the traumas of old were, by and large, not visited upon children any more.
But the “explore and accept” culture of sexual revolution, while largely successful in bringing sexuality into the mainstream and banishing the darkness clinging to human sexuality, hit a major bump in the road when the sexual revolution looked like it might start including children.
That violated the child/sex barrier’s deepest level, and so in the rush to stop the sexual abuse of children, it slowly became increasingly taboo to even discuss children and sexuality in the same sentence.
Pedophiles of all stripes became the societal outcasts, a dumping ground for everyone’s hate, and in the process, otherwise free nations became infected with an entirely out of character paranoia about seeming like “one of them”.
That would not really matter, of course, except that once more, we are traumatizing children about sex. Not about masturbation or where babies come from, granted, but instead we are teaching them that their innocent bodies attract the most horrible, despicable, hated kind of people and they have to be constantly on guard against this in order to be safe.
Thus, we push child sexuality back into the darkness again. Maybe not all the way, but in a way that is sure to cause the poor children raised in such an atmosphere much undue suffering and confusion in the years to come.
That’s it for my recap. Tomorrow, we discuss a rational, evidence-based observational model of the true face of childhood sexuality, and how we can use this model as the blueprint of a brighter and more harmonious sexual future for all.
I will talk to all you nice people again tomorrow.
Cover : God’s Comic by Elvis Costello
The modern media sweet spot, and what not to think about
It has occurred to me lately that we live in a golden age of media.
And not just because of totally awesome things like streaming video services, podcasts, and Internet self-publishing.
What really makes this age amazing is that we are in an era where the average person can, if they are willing to do the research to learn how to do it, make media that still seems very slick and impressive to us.
Take a recent Daily Show. They made fun of the news media being all impressed by this video the virulent infection known as ISIS put out, and it is true that what they did with their video is not particularly hard by modern standards.
But it still looks impressive as hell to me. Admittedly, I am 41 years old and not exactly on the cutting edge of modern video production, as you can tell from the, shall we say, unrefined nature of my videos.
So to me and my generation, at least, this is an amazing time to be alive. The Internet is jam packed with art of extraordinary quality and excellence [1] that just takes my breath away. People of all kinds are producing works of creative brilliance, like they always have, but with far more powerful tools than every before, and that leads to an extraordinary abundance of extremely professional looking and not at all crappy art that just blows my 41 year old mind away.
Maybe it is different for the current generation. Maybe they look at the stuff that wows me and shrug and say “Big deal, anyone with Final Cut Pro can do that with a couple of clicks. ” Maybe I am as dorkily behind the times as someone who is still blown away by the sound quality of CDs. I don’t care.
I just know that, to me, this feels like a golden age of media and I am continually surprised and extremely pleased by the sheer quantity and quality of the work people are doing and sharing today.
And what truly excites me is that this kind of democratization of the tools of creation can only lead to a quantum leap in the state of the art as what previously was available to only a few is now available to the masses, and the masses have to come up with new ways to compete for your click time.
So things are only going to get better from here on in, and I look forward to many more years of being amazed.
I have made the decision that it is okay for me to just not think about certain things.
This was not an easy decision for me to make, because I have been intellectually omnivorous my hole life and have a fairly good track record for being able to think my way to some kind of peace with difficult subjects before.
But the older I get, the more choosy I am about what I do with my brains and especially what effect my intellectual intake will have on my future mood.
When I was younger, I took pride in being intellectually fearless. There was no subject too dark, too disturbing, or too depressing for me to tackle head on. Give me any subject and I will tell you all my theories about it, quite likely past the point where you don’t want to hear about it any more because things have gotten way too dark.
I live in the dark.
And I am still, largely, that person. I am still the person who thinks about how serial killers think or what role death plays in religion and deep dark stuff like that. I believe, to my core, that ignorance solves nothing and that the world needs people like me who are willing and able to go right into the heart of darkness, chaos, and madness and learn its ways in order to root it out and defeat it. And so I am still one who, at least in his mind, treads a dark path.
But as I have aged and become more away of the potential mood effects of certain subjects, I have slowly and reluctantly eased back on my stubborn pride and stopped being such an intellectual kamikaze about everything, and now I can give myself permission to avoid thinking about things that are big and scary and all too real and about which I can do absolutely nothing.
Why upset myself for no reason?
So here, in no particular order, are the things I am very specifically not thinking about lately.
1. The Ebola outbreak. Things like disease outbreaks freak me the hell out. Ebola is a horrible disease with truly nightmare inducing effects. It has not been a big problem yet because the outbreaks have happened in rural areas and the disease does not spread through the area, only via contact with infected fluids.
But now it’s gone urban, and holy fuck. I am brutally frightened by the whole thing. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I am not going to think about it.
2. The upcoming war with ISIS/ISIL.
I have absolutely no confidence that air support will be enough. After all, it hasn’t ever been enough so far. Saying that you are not putting ‘boots on the ground’ and only committing to air strikes et al is basically modern code for “we have to pretend like we have done everything we could to prevent the actual war we, and our defense contractor buddies, have already decided is going to happen.
So all us Coalition of the Willing countries, and yes that include Canada, are doing to end up dragged into another war in the Middle East, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
So I’m not going to think about it.
And finally, the whopper, the topper, the non-stop show stopper…
3. The impending environmental apocalypse.
Polar bears drowning. Australia burning. Oceans growing more acidic. Bizarre and unprecedented weather all over the world. The evidence is piling up that we are not merely fucked, but more fucked than ever before.
And there’s nothing I can do about it, so I am not going to think about it.
That’s all for me for today, folks. I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
- And ten times as much unbearable crap, of course. Sturgeon’s Law is immutable.↵