From: Badwolf Blog
One of the hardest things about what I do as a companion is avoiding politics and religion in polite conversation. It’s made discussing literally anything this past year next to impossible, with everyone I’ve engaged with even tangentially. But when I stumbled across this comic on tumblr, I knew it must be shared here. Even though I knew that its titular longing for the Good Ol Days was reminiscent of that one guy’s idea about the current state of greatness, re: America.
But I don’t think we talk about consensual male incest enough as a society, and I’ll use any excuse to post the art of Julius.
Behold: the path back to greatness for America:
I don’t know the actual origin of this repurposing of Julius illustrations, but I’m not against the message here. I think our dads could have cleared up a lot of stuff for us if we hadn’t needed to live such restricted lives with them. If, as a culture, we stopped seeing the natural responses of our bodies, and the emotions that go with them (however confusing or counterintuitive they may seem) as bad or dirty or negative, we might all be doing a lot better.
If that one guy with the hair had a father that loved him and expressed his love to him, physically, we likely wouldn’t know who he was today, because none of what’s going on right now would be necessary for him.
I’m not proposing that you should ignore the conventions of American society in 2016 and go find your dad and suck his penis. I’m just saying that, we might be looking at sex and sexuality in a way that doesn’t reflect what it really is. Especially once you strip out the Victorian ideals sown into modern Christian theology.
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Maybe jacking off, and oral sex, and indeed even fucking, could be shared the same way that men share football; through ritual, and teaching, and constant, positive reinforcement. Teaching your male child about (and how to appreciate) sport might be a great metaphor for how we could teach them about what their bodies do. The same way that you learn the game through watching with your dad on the couch, and through role play in the form of ‘catch’ in the park or the back yard, one might learn about taking pride in one’s body, how to train and exercise, and how to appreciate all elements of your physical being, including those related to your penis.
That last panel, lamenting the physical contact between father and son being violence instead of love, is especially poignant. While I don’t necessarily advocate for long-term sexual or romantic relationships between blood relatives, I think the significance of what we keep insisting sex IS might be misplaced.
Maybe it isn’t this thing that your parents should be embarrassed to speak about. Maybe it doesn’t have the power to damage and ruin someone forever more. Maybe we’re conflating what sex is with what power is. Maybe power is what damages people. When someone is molested or assaulted, they have their power taken from them. They are made to feel dominated, all as it relates to something they are already encouraged to be ashamed about: their sexuality and their genitals.
What if we weren’t ashamed of our sexuality as a matter of routine? What if it wasn’t a crime to show someone that you have a penis? What if we weren’t reinforcing the idea that sex is dangerous, and menacing, and meant to be kept away from children and the elderly and small pets? Would the notion of your father’s sexuality be so repellant? Would the sight or touch of his genitals be something that wounded and scarred you forever? If you didn’t know to be ashamed of your own genitals, would your dad’s hand on your penis be any different from his hand on your shoulder? Or would that still be the ticket to a lifetime of therapy?
I don’t have any good answers to those questions. But I know that the prevalence of daddy role play, and father/son/brother stories only increase with every passing year. What is it that these guys are really calling out for? Is it really just fantasy to you? Why does that particular fantasy come so fully charged for you?
Is it possible that we’re meeting needs through this role play that we’re not allowed to truly express as needs? So it has to be a “fantasy?”
Would you still be calling that beefy guy who fucks you “daddy” if your own dad had shown you that he was sexual, and that it was exciting and prideful for him that you were too?
Maybe we’re incorrectly boxing up what sex IS for men. And maybe we could learn to do better for others without that box.
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