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Male sexual identity is entirely a political and ethical construction; and masculinity has personal meaning only because certain acts, choices, and policies create it — with devastating consequences for human society. But precisely because that personal and social identity is constructed, we can refuse it. I myself saw the film twice, surrounded by hundreds of Rogers fans, singing and weeping together in a communal orgy of adoration, all the while wondering: What is this about?
Why this man, and why now? And the excitement of that — political, ethical, and, yes, sexual. What would it be like, I wonder as I watch Rogers, to bang your neighbor a man who rejects masculinity? How does Rogers, embodying this alternative, make us think about sex, about who it is safe to do it with, and how, and why, and who we become when we fuck, and what hurts when we do, and what might feel good, and what never did, and why our sex is so often marked by violence, bang your neighbor or mental or emotional.
The same is true for women under patriarchy; we are first seen, politically, as womennot as humans. There are no children in Mankind or even Peopledom, only grown-ups. And you knew this when you were young; you felt, deep down, that you were excluded from the institutions of power that had absolute dominion — economically, politically, legally — over your body, your desires, your being. And you hated it. Rogers remembered what it was like to be ; he built a television empire out of this knowing. What he offered his viewers was a glimpse of a world in which they, as children, were first-class citizens of a neighborhood that sought to dignify childhood and its experiences by speaking not only to but with children.
In fact, he made no distinction at all, except occasionally to say that you were on the other side of the TV screen and everyone else was not. But there was no power difference between you as a neighbor and all the other neighbors in the Rogers world.
His guests were often young people, unaccompanied by their parents, given no lines to read, no set scenes to enact. And those young guests were treated in the same way Rogers treated his older ones: as interesting, capable, lovable folks. By refusing to act like a man — or, most of the time, like an adult — Rogers was speaking to the bang your neighbor desire of both men and women for an alternative to patriarchal masculinity.
He embodied a radical way of being in relation to children — and, by extension, to women. Andrea Dworkin, second-wave feminist anti-icon, writer, and literary critic, might be on the cusp of enjoying a moment of her own, having recently been the subject of a New York Times op-ed and a new edition of selected works, Last Days at Hot Slit. If Rogers performed a radical masculinity, Dworkin claimed a radical femininity, refusing to perform her gender in order to satisfy the patriarchal palate; she was loud, fat, indifferently dressed, un-made-up.
She demanded. She insisted. There are no half-measures for Dworkin; either dismantle, entirely and completely, the conditions under which it is possible to imagine male supremacy, she urged, or die. They asked, directly or indirectly, these questions: How were you hurt?
How have you hurt yourself?
How have you hurt others? Can you stop? Do you want to stop? Rogers wanted children to feel that they were cherished, respected, precious to someone. He wanted you to feel that way. Rogers made that clear to us every time he walked through his front door. He knew you were scared shitless on a fairly regular basis; he spoke directly to that fear, but also bang your neighbor the power he knew was inside you to confront that fear, to express it, to let it go. He knew you could grow with it inside you and still be okay. That you would be okay. But I do believe that, as Dworkin and Rogers showed us, simply mentioning our pain is a first step toward liberation.
Saying aloud that you are afraid. That you will never have good sex. That you will never be a real man. That you will never be a real woman. That you are bad.
That you are, and always will be, alone. For her, the only way to deal with misogyny was to describe its anatomy in excruciating detail; only when everything had been well and truly said — when it was mentioned — could it then be managed. We give up on mentioning.
How could you not know? How could you not know that what you did was going to hurt me? Wellthe Other replies, you never told me it would. To be able to mention, we must feel confident that we will be heard; and so not only must we get better at mentioning, we must get better at listening, at receiving the grievances and worries and hopes of the Other, and considering, together, where our needs and desires overlap, and how we can best fulfill them. But we have to say what has not been said, and we have to listen for what is not often heard; and we must accept that what we have long believed to be true, about ourselves and each other, about our collective inheritance of patriarchy and how it has shaped our ways of being, may not be true, or essential, bang your neighbor natural, or just.
We have to be good neighbors, if our neighborhood has any chance of flourishing. So, after we mention, how do we manage? In between these two actions, I think, is where make-believe does its vital work. After we describe the impossibilities of living and fucking well under patriarchy, we must use our imaginations. Bang your neighbor must pretend into the future in order to transcend the present. We must, as if our lives depended on it and they doplay. Rogers played on television — without shame, without artifice or uncertainty. He reveled in pretend. He got on the floor and stacked blocks, scribbled with crayons, blew feathers into the air.
He took pleasure in sounds, in scents, in touch; his was a sensual world, and he found pleasure everywhere, in the simplest things. There is delight in make-believe; there is freedom, wonder, radical empathy in imagining ourselves in different bodies, in various contexts, as a superhero or an animal, a tree or a lake, a king or a shy tiger or a stuttering cat. This is the work of the writer, of the reader, of the human — to apprehend the Other by attempting the impossible task of becoming the Other, taking up their perspective as our own, looking back at ourselves through different eyes.
Through make-believing we access possibilities. This is something we knew as children, and forgot — that make-believe can be real, that the things we practice and play become the ways we live and are. And if the majority of heterosexual pornography is a place where men practice hurting women, bang your neighbor and presenting them as objects to be used and who want to be used by men, for men, then it is, de facto, dangerous to women — whether women like pornography or not, whether they are compensated monetarily for it or not, whether or not they consent.
It was not the desire of the individual but the ethics of those desires that Dworkin wanted to discuss. We are not thinking sufficiently on the level of the neighborhood. As ahead of his time as he was in terms of how he dealt with gender expression on his show, he was committed to at least some traditional notions of gender roles.
But he did what any male feminist ally is so well equipped to do: speak to, and be a role model for, other men. For Rogers, talking about feelings was a radical way to confront toxic masculinity, and his insistence on mentioning and managing feelings was directed toward other men. In what new ways could we be free? If vulnerability to the Other was no longer a risk, but an opportunity, how could sex be different?
If we acknowledged that there is no human exchange — and certainly no bang your neighbor exchange — unfreighted by feelings, by needs, by fears, by deep and precious desires — could we erase the notion of transaction between people entirely? That we can use our bodies as machines independent of our selves. That sex can be experienced through pornography or prostitution and not hurt us because the exchange of capital protects us from harm, reduces the act to a regulated economic transaction that silences dissatisfaction — you paid for it, you sold it, therefore you got what you wanted.
You used the app, you ed up for the dating service, you paid for dinner, you got your free lunch — now shut up about feeling cheated, unfulfilled, used, degraded, hurt, empty, angry, ashamed, still wanting. Act like a man. Accept that you are just a woman. Accept that this is the way it has, and always will, be. Is this the world you want to live in? To fuck in? When we talk about desire in the context of feminism, we say: women want this, men want that. Men want to hurt, women want to snuggle.
But really, we know that people want all sorts of things, that the gamut of sexual desire is so broad and so deep and so wild that, truly, anything is possible. We know that bang your neighbor land of make-believe exists and is, somewhere, at all times, being enacted, either in the dark or in the light. We are not having a conversation. I can use generalizations to make my arguments seem more powerful or universally relevant; but they can only go so far in service of an idea.
Of course, when Rogers was speaking to you, the same was true. But I think, still, that he tried to care about you in more than the abstract. And that is what we see when we see and hear Rogers talk to us through a medium that is essentially incapable of dialogue: we see his commitment to the Other. To imagining loving his neighbor on a national level. As every writer should love her reader. Bang your neighbor I would really like to love you, in a way that revolutionizes the word lovethat radicalizes it, that transcends it.
Someone who understands vulnerability so well, and talks so openly about it, is dangerous. When you watch Mr. We make a decision, in that moment of recognition, either to push away our own uncertainty about the roles we play by changing the channel or to sing along. I am scared for her, because I know what is coming. All the hatred and anger and humiliation. As much as I want to look at her, I also want to look away — from my own vulnerability, my own passion. Sit down.Bang your neighbor
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