Sex in the 1950s

  I think I was in my late twenties when I first became aware of the possibility of oral sex. Does that make me unusual? On the contrary, I believe I am typical of my generation. The circumstance of my initiation into the world of oral-genital contact was the showing of a black and white porn film in a neighbour’s living room, sometime in 1969 or ’70. The wives were at a Tupperware party, or something of the kind. My immediate reaction was one of disgust. I could not believe that ordinary folk would behave like that. It seemed perverted, … Continue reading Sex in the 1950s

Paedophiles: blame my generation

I used to be broadly opposed to Mary Whitehouse and her kind for the way they railed against the depiction of anything to do with sexual behaviour on the stage, on TV or movie screens, or in music and literature. I wished they would turn their attention to violence. Now I am less certain. I still hate to see violence depicted in the arts unless in such a way as to show the futility of it. In my view far too many television series, movies and computer games glorify violent behaviour of the most extreme kind. Why are they not … Continue reading Paedophiles: blame my generation