Wow. Here’s a topic that’s bound to get me into trouble. But
you know me, always stepping in it and then
trying to get it off my shoes.
So here goes.
Something came up the other day on my Facebook wall, as it
is so apt to do, because that’s just how I roll. I made some comment about how
I’m forever seeing books featuring Wicca, but never Baptists or Episcopalians.
Apparently I left out a plethora of other denominations, which was pointed out
to me quickly. Mea culpa. Unfortunately,
I didn’t have room in that post to name them all. Matter of fact, I don’t think
I could.
What did happen, however, is that it started quite a thread
in which angels and Mormons were both mentioned. Oddly, nobody mentioned
Judiasm. I was surprised at that. And it was assumed that a book like that
would be very boring. It might indeed be, based on what I know. But whatever.
So today, in a bold move that’s bound to get me unfriended on Facebook by
hundreds of people, I’m diving into this headfirst for a little exposition on
religion, sex, and, more specifically, erotica.
First off, let me start by saying that if none of the people
in this country who profess to be morally upright and sexually pure had bought Fifty Shades of Gray, EL James would
still be standing in her kitchen, baking cupcakes and wondering how she was
going to pay her bills. Frankly, I’ve never seen so much sneaking around since
my friend V started dating a Black guy (gasp!) in high school. (That was a long
time ago, folks, long time.) They went in droves to the bookstores, hid them in
the bottoms of baskets covered with Christianity
Today magazines, bought them online and waited by the mailbox before anyone
could ask what they’d bought, and read them in the shed out behind the garage
out behind the neighbor’s house so no one would know. Before you say I’m
judging, just let me say I know some of these women, and I’m not making this
up, nor have I said they’re wrong for reading it. Sneaking around, wrong; reading
it, not wrong. So before you get all up on your high horse about me pointing
this out, know that I know first hand that it’s happening. Don’t argue this
point with me. Like taking a shower in a raincoat, it’s futile.
Second, before you start spouting all your religious
mumbo-jumbo, let me make a confession to all of you: As recently as thirteen
years ago, I was estimated to be the best-trained Southern Baptist adult division
Sunday school teacher in this area. Conferences. Workshops. Speaking
engagements. I did it all. Traveled to St. Louis to train with the premiere
speakers bureau in the United States, CLASServices (Christian Leaders, Authors,
and Speakers Services), and got my certification, yes I did, in front of at
least a thousand people. Worked for a pregnancy care center where I discovered that
the other volunteers were putting the hard-sell on pregnant girls to become
born-again Christians just so to get diapers and formula (not my style even
back then). Yes – I was one of those people. I’m embarrassed now, but back
then, I was very, very proud. Know anybody who could use a massive, expensive,
comprehensive Judeo-Christian reference library? I’ve got one for sale.
Third, yes, there is religious erotica. Before you say it, I
know what the term “religious” means. I’m using it in this for the purpose of
this blog entry to reference a belief system, not a practice. Now you’re
getting your hackles up; I can see them from here. I’ve got one thing to say
about that:
Song of Solomon/Songs. Might as well concede now – I just
won that argument.
If you argue with me that there is no such thing as
religious erotica, you have obviously not read this book in the current version
of the Christian Bible. Current version, you ask? Yeah, the one that’s being
printed now, you know, the one that numerous books have been taken from and
added to over the course of time? Yeah, that alpha and omega, the one that’s
constantly in flux since it was compiled.
A lot of theologians will argue that the Song of Songs is
merely metaphor. Poppycock. Read it. And before you start reading it again,
remember that Solomon, in case you didn’t know, was the biggest, baddest sorcerer
who ever lived. That’s also pretty much been proven through ancient texts not
included in the Bible. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t accurate; that just
means that they haven’t been embraced by a bunch of theologians who typically
don’t embrace things they don’t understand.
The Song of Songs is erotica at its finest. If you want to
write erotica, read it. Please. It’ll give you a perspective that you won’t get
anywhere else, an ancient one. Makes the Kama Sutra look like a new book. And
so, let me give you a key verse from that book while I have this Bible lying
here on my lap (yes, I still have one and, surprisingly, it has not spontaneously
combusted yet) and let you draw your own conclusions. It’s Song of Songs 6:3,
New International Version: “I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he browses
among the lilies.”
This supposedly takes place in the Shulammite woman’s
garden. I don’t care. He ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no tiger lilies here, no he is
not.
Here’s another passage, Song of Songs 4:1-7 (NIV): “How
beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil
are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet
ribbon, your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves
of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on
it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your breasts are
like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of incense. All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw
in you.”
Somehow, I think if someone told me that my teeth were like
a flock of sheep shorn, I might take offense, but somehow apparently that was
quite the compliment in those days. But having parts of my body compared to a “mountain
of myrrh” and a “hill of incense?” Yeah. I could go with that.
But you see what I mean. Metaphor be damned – this is the
real deal. And that’s one of the milder passages.
That leaves this question: Why are women all over this
country who profess to be devoutly religious hiding to read erotica?
It’s because they’ve been taught that their bodies are
shameful. Dirty and smelly. Unpleasant and unattractive. Kate Upton is an
exception. And she brings up another question.
What does Victoria’s Secret use as its marketing symbol?
Angels. Dream angels. Models with wings, wings of biblical proportions. My
sister-in-law just mentioned that she’s reading a book where angels are having
sex. My brain just screamed, “Whaaaa?” That was a shocker. But let me tell you
that as I was cleaning out the remains of my inlaws’ estate, I went through their
shed and what did I find? My sister-in-law’s Victoria’s Secret catalogs, all
ferreted away by my father-in-law for his viewing pleasure while he was out in
the shed. Made me a little afraid to touch anything else in there. We now call
Victoria’s Secret catalogs “Southern Baptist deacon porn.” Makes me giggle.
Of curiosity is the fact that there’s a passage in Genesis where the “sons
of God” coming down to mate with “the daughters of men” is mentioned. What does
that mean? Angels? Aliens? I have no idea. Supposedly, their mating brought
about the Nephilim, a super race of extremely large, strong people, or men at least.
The women aren’t mentioned (surprising, right?). And if you question a
conservative fundamentalist, they’ll tell you that Adam and Eve’s children
obviously mated with each other, given that they were the only people in the
world, or there wouldn’t be a human race now. I don’t know what they call that
where you live, but in most of the country they call that incest. In Kentucky
we still call it marriage, but whatever. You get my point.
And I was at a conference last year where a writer was
talking about her books and the fact that she writes Christian romance. If I
remember correctly (and she’s a FB friend of mine, so she can correct me if I’m
wrong), she has trouble within the genre because, unlike the other Christian
romance writers out there, she doesn’t see sex as something dirty, especially
between a married couple. She tries to portray it realistically, and she gets
into trouble with that sometimes. I think that’s a shame.
So where do I stand on religous erotica? Haven’t seen any
except Song of Songs, but I’d love to read some. That would be interesting. I’d
like to read some. I’d like to see some bold, brave, risk-taking writer say, “To
hell with all of you! I’m writing religious erotica! Religoius people have sex
too!” Well, they do. I did. Apparently a lot of religious people have.
Know what I think the problem is? In erotica, women actually
enjoy sex. And that’s wrong. Sex is
supposed to be for men to enjoy and
women to endure. It’s for men to procreate, and for women to be the vessels for
their procreation.
And if that’s true, choke on this: The clitoris is the only
organ known to man that has no function except to provide pleasure. That’s its
only use. So suck on that. No, I mean literally; suck on it. Works every time.
Get on it, writers. I know there are a bunch of you out
there wondering what genre isn’t saturated and trying to find something new and
creative. This is it. And I want to read it. Get in touch with me and let me
take a look. I’ll see if I can crank up my conservative radar and give you a
reading on how it’ll be received.
Because if it’s well received, it’ll mean you obviously did
it wrong.