Our Blood: Prophecies and Discourses on Sexual Politics

like. The female body is supposed to consist of three empty

holes, all of which were expressly designed to be filled with

erect male positivity.

The female life-force itself is characterized as a negative

one: we are defined as inherently masochistic; that is, we are

driven toward pain and abuse, toward self-destruction, toward

annihilation— and this drive toward our own negation is precisely what identifies us as women. In other words, we are bom so that we may be destroyed. Sexual masochism actualizes female negativity, just as sexual sadism actualizes male positivity. A woman’s erotic femininity is measured by the

degree to which she needs to be hurt, needs to be possessed,

needs to be abused, needs to submit, needs to be beaten, needs

to be humiliated, needs to be degraded. Any woman who resists acting out these so-called needs, or any woman who rebels against the values inherent in these needs, or any

woman who refuses to sanction or participate in her own destruction is characterized as a deviant, one who denies her femininity, a shrew, a bitch, etc. Typically, such deviants are

brought back into the female flock by rape, gang rape, or

some form of bondage. The theory is that once such women

have tasted the intoxicating sweetness of submission they will,

like lemmings, rush to their own destruction.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. As the saying goes, women are made for love— that is, submission.

Love, or submission, must be both the substance and purpose

of a woman’s life. For the female, the capacity to love is exactly synonymous with the capacity to sustain abuse and the appetite for it. For the woman, the proof of love is that she is

willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his

sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice

of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and

redeem the masculinity of her lover.

In pornography, we see female love raw, its naked erotic

skeleton; we can almost touch the bones of our dead. Love is

the erotic masochistic drive; love is the frenzied passion

which compels a woman to submit to a diminishing life in

chains; love is the consuming sexual impulse toward degradation and abuse. The woman does literally give herself to the man; he does literally take and possess her.

The primary transaction which expresses this female submission and this male possession, in pornography as in life, is the act of fucking. Fucking is the basic physical expression of

male positivity and female negativity. The relationship of sadist to masochist does not originate in the act of fucking; rather, it is expressed and renewed there.

For the male, fucking is a compulsive act, in pornography

and in real life. But in real life, and not in pornography, it is

an act fraught with danger, filled with dread. That sanctified

organ of male positivity, the phallus, penetrates into the female void. During penetration, the male’s whole being is his penis— it and his will to domination are entirely one; the erect

penis is his identity; all sensation is localized in the penis and

in effect the rest of his body is insensate, dead. During penetration, a male’s very being is at once both risked and affirmed.

Will the female void swallow him up, consume him, engulf

and destroy his penis, his whole self? Will the female void

pollute his virile positivity with its noxious negativity? Will the

female void contaminate his tenuous maleness with the overwhelming toxicity of its femaleness? Or