Dear Polymaths, Happy Easter! But on this day when Easter happens you coincide with that other venerable tradition, Transgender Visibility Day, I have a serious question for you. Let me elaborate on my title.
I’ve always been fascinated by fetishism. Why do some people get turned on by feet, or by shoes, or by cross-dressing, or by anything not related to the sexual act? Why would someone get sexually aroused by being peed on? Or by anything to do with excrement?
When I first became aware of the phenomenon, sometime in my adolescence, I assumed there was an answer somewhere, and I would find it if I read enough. But the fact is, nobody really knows why (unless I missed sump’n? If so please advise).
I thought about this again when I read about those schools in Oklahoma having “fundraisers” (for what , pray tell?) —one in which students licked peanut butter off of each others’ toes , and then another, where they licked each other’s armpits.
(Why does this upset me, or anybody? I concluded, and I’ve written elsewhere, that it’s because these activities are deliberately and calculatedly de-humanizing, and I don’t think our schools should countenance de-humanization. This is the kinda stuff animals do, Humans in general shouldn’t be able to do them, or watch them, without gagging. We have a gag REFLEX. Mark my words: the next “fundraiser’ will involve students gorging themselves, then inducing vomiting so other students can gobble up the vomitus. Why not? It won’t kill them! Dogs do it with no ill effects! But that’s a digression from my inquiry here,)
Activities like that, if people find them exciting or fascinating (and evidently people in Oklahoma do, or they wouldn’t be paying to see ‘em) used to be “guilty pleasures”, you’d go to Thailand (I have it on good authority ) or at least to some whorehouse you discovered by whispered word of mouth, not by explicit advertisement.
THAT leads me to my point: The secrecy, the concealment, the feeling that one is “transgressing”: doing something ordinary people (“normals”) would never do, probably COULDN’T do without gagging, and that they would never imagine the ostensibly unremarkable actor is capable of—isn’t that the thrill, the “heiliger Schauer” ?
The fetishist, or “pervert” (a word, btw, which has no exact culture-free antonym that I can discover ) has broken down a barrier which mere “normals” would never dream of surmounting, they wouldn’t have the courage to do it! (I’ve read that this is also the way people who cut themselves feel, they take pleasure in the thought that nobody knows what they are capable of.)
So here’s my question:
Now that we all must openly and joyfully acknowledge—lo, we cannot chose but see: happy “Transgender Visibility Sunday” !—and must even celebrate formerly “perverse” pleasures, like cross-dressing, pedophilia, oral engagement with unsanitary and unsavory body parts à la Oklahoma—
Will those activities, no longer “guilty”, remain “pleasures” at all?