Dang! I was rejected!

[Boxlicker101]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Anyone Heard of This Biblical Rape?

Nice one!

He must have been pretending to be drunk. As a reasonably normal male, I can tell you that even thinking back to my most virile younger years, I'm certain there is absolutely no way any man could get that drunk and satisfy any woman. I have a friend who is a priest. He likes to point out that many stories in the Bible are interesting and carry important morals or themes, but he adds that they are not necessarily true. Of course, some other clergymen say he'll go to hell for that, but they don't seem to worry him much.

From what I read in the Bible, he was drunk all right, and I have always wondered about that too. The daughters weren't trying to be satisfied; they were trying to get pregnant. Lot hadn't gotten any for a long time and maybe he thought it was a wet dream.

According to current law, the daughters raped their father although it usually doesn't work that way. If a man gets a woman drunk or drugs her and has sex he is, rightly, considered to be a rapist but I have never heard of the same law being applied to a woman.

 

[whispering_surrender]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Anyone Heard of This Biblical Rape?

According to current law, the daughters raped their father although it usually doesn't work that way. If a man gets a woman drunk or drugs her and has sex he is, rightly, considered to be a rapist but I have never heard of the same law being applied to a woman.

If you are truly curious about the subject, this webpage has "Articles, Invormation and Education" about the subject of male rape victims.

http://www.xris.com/survivor/msa/information.html

But, be warned. This is serious subject material, and some people might find it disturbing.

Whisper

 

[Boxlicker101]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Anyone Heard of This Biblical Rape?

If you are truly curious about the subject, this webpage has "Articles, Invormation and Education" about the subject of male rape victims.

http://www.xris.com/survivor/msa/information.html

But, be warned. This is serious subject material, and some people might find it disturbing.

Whisper

I am aware of men or boys being raped by other men, especially in prison but other places as well. The prison authorities ignore it and treat it as a normal event. Only rarely will a woman be charged with raping a man. Once in a great while, a woman will be accused of statutory rape of a boy, but this only happens when it is an egregious case like the schoolteacher I read about a while ago. Even then, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was a teacher and the boy's parents made a big issue of it, it probably would have been shrugged off by the authorities.

This is not really a complaint. When I was a teenager, if we had ever heard of one of our contemporaries having sex with an older woman, all of us would have regarded him as a lucky bum, not a victim, and we would have been trying to be included the next time, if there would be a next time.

I have heard of a man being accused of rape when he had sex with a woman while she is drunk. Most of the accusations are perfectly valid but some of them are, I think, pretty dubious. I have never heard of a man being drunk, having sex with a woman, and then accusing her of rape. If any man ever made a complaint of that sort, the police would just laugh at him. Such a complaint would be an example of equality, though.

 

[Gary Chambers]

Miles Osama Standish I'm after your bones!

This is not really a complaint. When I was a teenager, if we had ever heard of one of our contemporaries having sex with an older woman, all of us would have regarded him as a lucky bum, not a victim, and we would have been trying to be included the next time, if there would be a next time.

Very sneaky. Watch out folks, it appears Boxlicker101 is normal. Are normal people allowed here?

Seriously, I saw a case on Court TV some time ago from one of the New Englands states, in which a female teacher was convicted of stat rape for having sex with an underaged male student. The poor woman went to prison for two years! The kid's tosspot parents found out and complained, and some piss tank beak handed down her sentence, after twelve other hypocritical shites found her guilty. And people wonder why I want to dig up the fucking Puritans next Thanksgiving Day and hang their bones from lamposts. I don't live in the U.S.A. I live in Canada, but that wretched brand of morality has engulfed this country too. It's contaminated the entire continent.

Miles Standish was a terrorist. If the stinking Puritans could have hijacked a plane to Plymouth Crock they would have done so. The fact that the U.S.A. continues to celebrate the landing of the Mayflower with an annual national holiday speaks volumes as to why Americans are viewed with suspicion around the world. George W. Bush is a saint compared to his Mayflower ancestors. A national holiday to celebrate the death of J. Edgar Hoover, or maybe to celebrate the day Henry Miller's books were at last allowed in his own country, now that I could see. But Puritans? Screw'em all with rusty wire brushes.

I read last week that Heffner has noticed such a disturbing rise in puritancial thinking that he's considering coming out of retirement to fight back. Good on'yer Hef! Go for it lad!

 

[Boxlicker101]

Re: Miles Osama Standish I'm after your bones!

Very sneaky. Watch out folks, it appears Boxlicker101 is normal. Are normal people allowed here?

Seriously, I saw a case on Court TV some time ago from one of the New Englands states, in which a female teacher was convicted of stat rape for having sex with an underaged male student. The poor woman went to prison for two years! The kid's tosspot parents found out and complained, and some piss tank beak handed down her sentence, after twelve other hypocritical shites found her guilty. And people wonder why I want to dig up the fucking Puritans next Thanksgiving Day and hang their bones from lamposts. I don't live in the U.S.A. I live in Canada, but that wretched brand of morality has engulfed this country too. It's contaminated the entire continent.

Miles Standish was a terrorist. If the stinking Puritans could have hijacked a plane to Plymouth Crock they would have done so. The fact that the U.S.A. continues to celebrate the landing of the Mayflower with an annual national holiday speaks volumes as to why Americans are viewed with suspicion around the world. George W. Bush is a saint compared to his Mayflower ancestors. A national holiday to celebrate the death of J. Edgar Hoover, or maybe to celebrate the day Henry Miller's books were at last allowed in his own country, now that I could see. But Puritans? Screw'em all with rusty wire brushes.

I read last week that Heffner has noticed such a disturbing rise in puritancial thinking that he's considering coming out of retirement to fight back. Good on'yer Hef! Go for it lad!

Hi, Gary. Since I, like the rest of the people here, write stories to help people masturbate, I don't know how normal I am, but I think of myself as being more normal than some, less normal than others. Of course, that depends on your idea of normal.

Anyhow, on that post you cited, I mentioned the teracher in New England. I think her last name was LeTorneau or something like that. Anyhow, she was a teacher and had an affair with a 13 year old boy and the law caught up with her. Because of the big stink the kid's parents made and because she was a teacher, she was prosecuted and sentenced to mostly probation but she did some time. When she got out she went right back to the same kid, and this time, when the law caught up with her they came down a lot harder for violating her probation. She had gotten pregnant by him, too. Anyhow, if this had been a male teracher with a 13year old girl, he would be doing life in prison.

When I first started writing, before I even heard of Lit, I was sending porno stories to women and I loved to get back emails telling me how they got off on them, using their fingers or a dildo. I miss those emails; they used to inspire me to write more and better.

I almost forgot, I want to add that I agree with you about the Puritans. I read in history books when I was a lot younger about how they faced religious persecution in England. Later I found out that when Oliver Cromwell, a former Puritan leader, was the dictator of England, he and his minions murdered anybody who dared to publicly disagree with them and their extremely straight-laced beliefs. Compared to them, John Ashcroft is a libertine. Anyhow, the people of England eventually threw them out, hanged Cromwell and reinstated the king. That's an extreme simplification, by the way.

Almost everybody is descended, at least partially, from conquerors of one kind or another. That includes me and you because Canada also used to be Indian territory until the French and the English took it away from them. That includes England, which was conquered by Celts, Romans, Saxons and Normans.

 

[Dirt Man]

Merry Christmas

The Filling Station
> ====================
>
> The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve.
> He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away.
> He had no decorations, no tree, no lights._ It was just another
> day to him._ He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a
> reason to celebrate._ There were no children in his life.
> His wife had gone.
>
> He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling
> for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the
> door opened and a homeless man stepped through._ Instead of
> throwing the man out, George, Old George as he was known by
> his customers, told the man to come and sit by the space
> heater and warmup.
>
> "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger.
> "I see you're busy._ I'll just go"
>
> "Not without something hot in your belly," George turned and
> opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger.
> "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty._ Stew._ Made it myself.
> When you're done there's coffee and it's fresh."
>
> Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell.
> "Excuse me, be right back," George said.
>
> There in the driveway was an old 53 Chevy._ Steam was rolling
> out of the front._ The driver was panicked.
>
> "Mister can you help me!" said the driver with a deep Spanish
> accent._ "My wife is with child and my car is broken."
>
> George opened the hood._ It was bad._ The block looked cracked
> from the cold; the car was dead._ "You ain't going in this
> thing," George said as he turned away.
>
> "But mister._ Please help...."The door of the office closed
> behind George as he went in._ George went to the office wall
> and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside.
> He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the
> truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting.
>
> "Here, you can borrow my truck," he said._ "She ain't the best
> thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
>
> George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it
> sped off into the night._ George turned and walked back inside
> the office.
>
> "Glad I loaned em the truck._ Their tires were shot too._
> That 'ol truck has brand new tires........" George thought he
> was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone._ The thermos
> was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it.
>
> "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
> George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start.
> It cranked slowly, but it started._ He pulled it into the garage
> where the truck had been._ He thought he would tinker with it
> for something to do._ Christmas Eve meant no customers._
> He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom
> hose on the radiator.
>
> "Well, I can fix this," he said to himself._ So he put a new one
> on._ "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter
> either."_ He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln.
> They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car.
>
> As he was working he heard a shot being fired._ He ran outside
> and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground.
> Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me."
> George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training
> he had received in the Army as a medic._ He knew the wound
> needed attention.
>
> "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought._ The laundry
> company had been there that morning and had left clean shop
> towels._ He used those and duct tape to bind the wound.
>
> "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to
> make the policeman feel at ease._ "Something for pain," George
> thought._ All he had was the pills he used for his back._ "These
> ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the
> policeman the pills.
>
> "You hang in there._ I'm going to get you an ambulance." George
> said, but the phone was dead._ "Maybe I can get one of your
> buddies on that there talk box out in your police car."
>
> He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the
> dashboard destroying the two way radio._ He went back in to find
> the policeman sitting up.
>
> "Thanks," said the officer._ "You could have left me there.
> The guy that shot me is still in the area."
>
> George sat down beside him._ "I would never leave an injured man
> in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the
> bandage to check for bleeding._ "Looks worse than what it is.
> Bullet passed right through 'ya._ Good thing it missed the
> important stuff though._ I think with time your gonna be right
> as rain."
>
> George got up and poured a cup of coffee._ "How do you take it?"
> he asked.
>
> "None for me," said the officer.
>
> "Oh, yer gonna drink this._ Best in the city." Then George
> added: "Too bad I ain't got no donuts."
>
> The officer laughed and winced at the same time._ The front door
> of the office flew open._ In burst a young man with a gun.
>
> "Give me all your cash!_ Do it now!" the young man yelled.
> His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never
> done anything like this before.
>
> "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
>
> "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George._ "You need to put
> the cannon away._ Somebody else might get hurt."
>
> The young man was confused._ "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot
> you, too._ Now give me the cash!"_
> The cop was reaching for his gun.
>
> "Put that thing away," George said to the cop._ "We got one too
> many in here now."
>
> He turned his attention to the young man._ "Son, it's Christmas
> Eve._ If you need the money, well then, here._ It ain't much but
> it's all I got._ Now put that pee shooter away."
>
> George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young
> man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time._ The
> young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and
> began to cry.
>
> "I'm not very good at this am I?_ All I wanted was to buy
> something for my wife and son," he went on._ "I've lost my job.
> My rent is due._ My car got repossessed last week..."
>
> George handed the gun to the cop._ "Son, we all get in a bit of
> squeeze now and then._ The road gets hard sometimes, but we
> make it through the best we can."
>
> He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair
> across from the cop._ "Sometimes we do stupid things." George
> handed the young man a cup of coffee._ "Being stupid is one of
> the things that makes us human._ Comin' in here with a gun ain't
> the answer._ Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this
> thing out."
>
> The young man had stopped crying._ He looked over to the cop.
> "Sorry I shot you._ It just went off._ I'm sorry officer."
>
> "Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.
>
> George could hear the sounds of sirens outside._ A police car
> and an ambulance skidded to a halt._ Two cops came through the
> door, guns drawn.
>
> "Chuck!_ You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
>
> "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet._ How did you find me?"
>
> "GPS locator in the car._ Best thing since sliced bread._ Who
> did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
>
> Chuck answered him, "I don't know._ The guy ran off into the
> dark._ Just dropped his gun and ran."
>
> George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
> "That guy works here," the wounded cop continued.
>
> "Yep," George said._ "Just hired him this morning._ Boy lost his
> job."
>
> The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher.
> The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered,
> "Why?"
>
> Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas, boy._ And you too, George,
> and thanks for everything."
>
> "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there._ That
> ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the
> back room and came out with a box._ He pulled out a ring box.
>
> "Here you go._ Something for the little woman._ I don't think
> Martha would mind._ She said it would come in handy some day."
>
> The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he
> ever saw._ "I can't take this," said the young man.
> "It means something to you."
>
> "And now it means something to you," replied George.
> "I got my memories._ That's all I need."
>
> George reached into the box again._ A toy airplane, a racing
> car and a little metal truck appeared next._ They were toys
> that the oil company had left for him to sell._ "Here's
> something for that little man of yours."
>
> The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150
> that the old man had handed him earlier._ "And what are you
> supposed to buy Christmas dinner with?_ You keep that, too.
> Count it as part of your first week's pay." George said.
> "Now git home to your family."
>
> The young man turned with tears streaming down his face.
> "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is
> still good."
>
> "Nope._ I'm closed Christmas day," George said._ "See ya the
> day after."
>
> George turned around to find that the stranger had returned.
> "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
>
> "I have been here._ I have always been here," said the stranger.
> "You say you don't celebrate Christmas._ Why?"
>
> "Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all
> the bother was._ Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a
> good pine tree._ Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just
> wasn't the same by myself and besides I was getting a little
> chubby."
>
> The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder._ "But you do
> celebrate the holiday, George._ You gave me food and drink and
> warmed me when I was cold and hungry._ The woman with child
> will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
>
> The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being
> killed by terrorists._ The young man who tried to rob you will
> become a rich man and share his wealth with many people.
>
> That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any
> man."
>
> George was taken aback by all this stranger had said._ "And how
> do you know all this?" asked the old man.
>
> "Trust me, George._ I have the inside track on this sort of
> thing._ And when your days are done you will be with Martha
> again."_ The stranger moved toward the door.
>
> "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now._ I have to
> go home where there is a big celebration planned."
>
> George watched as the man's old leather jacket and his torn
> pants turned into a white robe._ A golden light began to fill
> the room.
>
> "You see, George, it's My birthday._ Merry Christmas."
>
> Author Unknown

 

[Gary Chambers]

Re: Re: Miles Osama Standish I'm after your bones!

Hi, Gary. Since I, like the rest of the people here, write stories to help people masturbate, I don't know how normal I am, but I think of myself as being more normal than some, less normal than others. Of course, that depends on your idea of normal.

You may not believe this, but that is not why I write erotica, Box. There are a lot of writers here and they all say some intelligent things sometimes, but look at Sweetnpetite's sig beneath her avatar. I don't know if it's a quote or something she wrote herself, but she sums up my reason for writing erotica.

I have nothing against masturbation, and if something I write helps someone have an orgasm that's just fine with me. But frankly, my sights are set a little higher. I'm a very political person, and I believe the only way we'll ever get a just society is if our leaders are afraid to provide anything else. And they will become that afraid when the vast majority of people appreciate and expect the very best things in life. Sex is probably the best part of life by far, so I want to write things that promote a more sensual way of life, and less control by far on our morality. Ordinary people are mostly decent and moral beings, so they can handle erotica. It's only the politicians who are terrified of erotica, because the greatest writers of erotica all through history have been political subversives.

 

[whispering_surrender]

Re: Merry Christmas

The Filling Station
> ====================

* edited for space *

> "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now._ I have to
> go home where there is a big celebration planned."
>
> George watched as the man's old leather jacket and his torn
> pants turned into a white robe._ A golden light began to fill
> the room.
>
> "You see, George, it's My birthday._ Merry Christmas."
>
> Author Unknown

Thank you Dirt. *wipes away a stray tear* That was lovely.

Whisper

 

[sweetnpetite]

Sex is the cause of and reason for life....

i'm famous!

That little blurb under my av, where I am supposed to write my 'location' is something I wrote myself.


I resent the depiction of my (or anyone elses body) being characterized as 'obscene.' I resent 'sexual sin' being held up as 'worse' than other sin by christians who say that *all sin* penalized by death (spiritual and physical).

I really resent this lady I saw on TV talking about 'sex kills' and how we need to teach abstinace becuase of this. Ok, teach abstinance (as ONE method, not as the ONLY or even the BEST) She was talking about how they hand out condoms saying that kids will have sex, but we don't hand out cigarettes and alchohol and I just wanted to yell at her that you can't compare sex and alchohol because SEX IS A BIOLOGICAL DRIVE and smoking is not. But nobody pointed this out.

Conservatives, if 'guns don't kill, people kill' then why does 'SEX KILL'? Sex does NOT kill. Sex creates life. DISEASE kills. Disease can be spread through sex or threw sneasing or through genetics or many other ways. We don't say, 'sneazing kills' Why? Because of your over active moral indignation. Because you hate what is in yourself that you can not control, so you seek to control it in others. (It's always eisier to change the world than to change yourself.) You resent the hold your own biology has over you, the power of a woman over a man (oh yes, especially that)

Morals? Don't talk to me about morals. Morals are about how we treat our fellow humans. Feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, rather than being rulled by greed and calling it 'capitalism' and pretending it's the greatest force for good in the world- PLEASE!

I want to find a big red poster that just says 'sex' and hang it up in my living room, just to get it out there. We can talk about it- it's not this terrible thing!

Your last statement really gave me something to think about. Do you have any names I can look into further?

Sincerely,

Porn writer/political subversive
Sweetnpetite


***edited to add, - however, my conscious reason for writing porn is pure and simple stroke (sorry) yet, I read somewhere, and agree that it doesn't matter *what* you write, your beliefs will shine through.

***edited again to say that 'capitalism' should have more specifically read, 'profit motive' (the cornerstone of capitalism) Notice how 'human nature' is praised when it makes money (and/or war), and deomonized when it makes pleasure and life.

You may not believe this, but that is not why I write erotica, Box. There are a lot of writers here and they all say some intelligent things sometimes, but look at Sweetnpetite's sig beneath her avatar. I don't know if it's a quote or something she wrote herself, but she sums up my reason for writing erotica.

I have nothing against masturbation, and if something I write helps someone have an orgasm that's just fine with me. But frankly, my sights are set a little higher. I'm a very political person, and I believe the only way we'll ever get a just society is if our leaders are afraid to provide anything else. And they will become that afraid when the vast majority of people appreciate and expect the very best things in life. Sex is probably the best part of life by far, so I want to write things that promote a more sensual way of life, and less control by far on our morality. Ordinary people are mostly decent and moral beings, so they can handle erotica. It's only the politicians who are terrified of erotica, because the greatest writers of erotica all through history have been political subversives.

 

[Boxlicker101]

I have to say, Gary and SnP that I agree with everything you said. To say that I write to help people masturbate is true but that is not the only reason. I enjoy writing, putting words down on paper, and I enjoy it much, much more when people actually read it and enjoy it. That's one of the reasons that I like to get feedbackfrom people telling me they get off on my stories, and see my stories listed with an "H".

When I was a young man, I could have been arrested if I had been writing what I am now writing, even if only adults had seen it. I would have been called a sex pervert and locked up, maybe in a mental hospital. This was long before the internet, of course. Some people think a sex pervert (but probably spelled "prevert") is any person who has sex any way but the missionary position in the dark between husband and wife once a month at the time when she is most fertile. One of my stories, "Ruthie Calls on Me" involves a man who has that opinion.

Even though I agree with Gary and SnP, I don't think of myself as any kind of a revolutionary or radical. I am just a guy who likes to have fun and thinks other people should have fun also, as long as nobody gets hurt.

 

[BBdjevvy]

I can hardly speaka da English much less write it. I had my story rejected because I never had each person talking on separate lines. Easy fixed and approved straight away. You learn something every day.

 

[Gary Chambers]

Re: Sex is the cause of and reason for life....

i'm famous!

That little blurb under my av, where I am supposed to write my 'location' is something I wrote myself.

Then I think you have every right to read it each night and go to bed beaming over your talent.

Morals? Don't talk to me about morals. Morals are about how we treat our fellow humans. Feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, rather than being rulled by greed and calling it 'capitalism' and pretending it's the greatest force for good in the world- PLEASE!

If a mind is a sexy thing, yours borders on nymphomania.

I want to find a big red poster that just says 'sex' and hang it up in my living room, just to get it out there. We can talk about it- it's not this terrible thing!

I once knew a couple who had life size nude portraits of themselves hung on the wall just inside their front door. They called it an icebreaker.

Your last statement really gave me something to think about. Do you have any names I can look into further?

Okay Sweetnpetite, this is hardly a complete list. But it might get you started if you want to study movers and shakers who wrote about sex, or who wrote about other things but lived lives publicly defined by their sexuality.

Henry Miller,
How erotic: A virtual patron saint of modern erotica.
How subversive: Much of his work features critical portraits of a society dominated by puritanical hypocrites.

Voltaire,
How erotic: Try his Candide if you aren’t sure.
How subversive: Critical of French parliament and religion. Advised that: “All writers should live near frontiers,” so they could jump over a border to escape arrest.

Oscar Wilde,
How erotic: His sexuality was lived more infamously than it was famously written.
How subversive: Defiantly homosexual to the point that it earned him a prison stretch; also a social critic in controversial essays.

Marquis De Sade,
How erotic: His very name is an adjective. Nuff said.
How subversive: Despised by critics of the erotica genre to this very day. His writing exposed the darkest side of human sexuality. You would think the moral watchdogs would have given him a medal for making people realise that sex can be taken too far, but no, they called him mad and locked him in the Bastille instead.

Henry Fielding,
How erotic: History of Tom Jones, a Foundling ring any bells?
How subversive: Though somewhat influential in his time, he was also seen as scandalous and fought tirelessly against corruption.

D. H. Lawrence,
How erotic: Promoted a deeper appreciation of human desires and emotions.
How subversive: Critical of hypocritical morality and was still being tried for obscenity about thirty years after his death. He won that final case BTW. Not a bad trick for a dead man.

William Shakespeare,
How erotic: His love sonnets are legendary and his dramatic characters had every human frailty you can imagine including sexual ones.
How subversive: His plays reveal the flaws as well as the strengths of great leaders. If he were alive today, G.W. Bush might be hiding in the dugout with Sadam, both hoping The Bard forgets to include them in his next play.

Plato,
How erotic: As far as I know, he never wrote about his lusty adventures with young students of the Academy, but it’s well known that homosexuality was a favourite recreation in his school for philosopher kings.
How subversive: Socrates was himself forced to drink hemlock for his defiance of authority, his student Plato promoted a social system often described as communist, and wrote all of Socrates' philosophy since his teacher wrote nothing.

Anais Nin,
How erotic: The feminine answer to Henry Miller; and one of his closest friends and lovers.
How subversive: A true heroine of the feminist movement. Without Anais and others like her, Hillary Clinton, Maggie Thatcher and Condo Rice might all still be struggling for the right to vote, let alone the right be on top some nights.

Hroswitha (various spellings),
How erotic: Her plays dealt with things like conjugal sex and domestic violence at a time when such subjects were seldom broached by men, let alone women.
How subversive: Used her position as a nun to create and stage plays that opened minds to the plight of abused and neglected women. (In my opinion she is one of the most unsung heroines of feminism.)

Gertrude Stein,
How erotic: Out of the closet lesbian who immortalized her lover Alice B. Toklas in literary form.
How subversive: A darling of the modern feminist movement and a contemporary of people like Henry Miller and Anais Nin, not to mention Hemmingway, Ezra Pound, F. Scott Fitzgerald etc.

Alan Ginsberg,
How erotic: Another out of the closet homosexual.
How subversive: A major poet in the populist movement against the Vietnam War and other injustices.

Lady Murasaki Shikibu
How erotic: Her work was all about sex and romance.
How subversive: Not much is known about her life except as it is revealed in her fiction, and that work chronicles her sexual romps with a serving Japanese prince. It seems a dangerous enterprise for any 11th century Asian courtier, which is why I included her here.

 

[sweetnpetite]

Thank you Gary for the list. I especially like the way you formatted it.

I'm thinking we could have an entire a thread on this topic.

Erotic Authors/Political Subversives (The Politics of Perversion)

Hmm, maybe someday, I'll write an essay or something...

 

[Gary Chambers]

Thank you Gary for the list. I especially like the way you formatted it.

I'm thinking we could have an entire a thread on this topic.

Erotic Authors/Political Subversives (The Politics of Perversion)

Hmm, maybe someday, I'll write an essay or something...

If you think it woul be of interest, please feel free to reuse the list any way you want in a new thread. I hereby release it into the public domain.