Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

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They’re coming for us, kids

Tumblr is eliminating “adult” content. Facebook is cracking down on “sexually suggestive” rhetoric. (Several of my friends on there have been put in “time-outs” for things they’ve posted.) There’s even whispers of how Twitter will be going after us next, although there is no proof of that. Wouldn’t surprise me, though. Censorship isn’t new, but it certainly seems to be escalating as of late. People in the adult/sex industries are shamed, forced to find new places to express themselves in an ever-dwindling choice of venues. Welcome to the New Dark Ages.

Where do the kinky folks go? FetLife? Sure, if you want to be buried in an avalanche of trolls, sock puppets, solicitations, accusations, and flame wars. FL was fun in its early years, when it still had a community feel. Now it’s just another platform where millions of people argue and jostle for attention.

Where will all our Tumblr brothers and sisters go now? And how long before the next platform is censored as well?

I’m grateful I got to have all the good online years I did. And I’m sorry for the newer generation of kinksters who are exploring and searching, and being made to feel like what fascinates them is somehow dirty and to be eliminated. I felt like that when I was much younger. I thought those days were over.

Yes, there are predators and abusers in the various kink scenes. The scenes are a microcosm of society in general — you have good people and you have some pretty awful people too. But an entire group shouldn’t be vilified for a few bad apples. And while I agree that sex/kink workers should be protected, simply wiping out their venues is not the answer.

We are getting fucking ridiculous. I am a woman; I came of age in a very non-PC era; I know all about #MeToo. I have my stories like pretty much every other woman out there. I’m happy to see that long-time predators are being held accountable.

But… censoring holiday songs? Really??

Baby, It’s Cold Outside was written in 1944. Yes, it was a different time. Yes, the lyrics are a little creepy. But “rapey”? Please! Have you listened to some of the lyrics in rap/hip hop songs? They’re as graphic as graphic gets, and yes, they are hella rapey. But a silly song that’s been sung for generations by every performer you can think of gets banned.

Found this little gem on Facebook, and it made me laugh. Yes, this is how stupid things have gotten.

babyitscoldoutside

I don’t even know why this is bugging me so much, since as far as I’m concerned you can take all the holiday songs and throw them on the open fire with the chestnuts. But stupid is stupid.

But I digress. What the hell is happening to us? How could we have come so far, only to head backward? When did society get so damned uptight about everything sexual? About everything, period? Why should anyone give a flying fuck whether you say “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays,” as long as your wish is sincere and well meant?

A while back, I saw a skit from the “Carol Burnett Show,” circa 1973, a spoof of “Kung Fu” called “Young Fool.” Jim Nabors plays the Chinese monk Gah Lee Gee, complete with skinhead wig, and Carol played a Native American (then Indian) brave who falls in love with them. A snippet of the dialogue:

Busty barmaid played by Vicki Lawrence: “You two can’t get married! A red woman and a yellow man? You’d have an orange kid!”
Carol: “We’ll name him Julius!”

Yeah, I admit it, I laughed my head off. Just try putting that on TV now. Or anything like “All in the Family.” But of course, you can have walking dead rotting people eating other people and gut-wrenching violence ala “Game of Thrones.” You can have sex of every flavor, every position, graphically depicted. Even the damn commercials are about avoiding skid marks on your underwear if you use the right toilet paper, bladder-leak panties, and the heartbreak of impotence. How can we be so “show it all” in some ways and so Puritanical in others?

We’re fucked up, y’all. We’re going after the wrong things and the wrong people. And sometimes, I get so tired. I’ve been in “Erica, Party of One” mode for a while now. I think I will stay there until I feel like it’s safe to come out.

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