So, like, on the count of three?
on August 31, 2017 at 12:01 amThis storyline makes a lot more sense in the context of being written by a essentially-still-fundie kid who was so afraid/ashamed of sexuality that being forced into it by someone else — having his agency removed — was the most appealing route to sexytimes or sexytimes adjacent. Maybe if it wasn’t your fault, God would be less mad.
This is also why so much sex in the Walkyverse is buried in alcoholic situations.
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yeah, if we’re really supposed to go forth and multiply, why is creating more people such a bad thing–I mean, ALL THOSE YEARS OF PUBERTY GOING TO WASTE
[among other “I stopped believing when I grew a brain” arguments]
Alan? I thought my mom fired you.
Let’s go outside!
Trick or Treat!
BLUSH
That TRAMP!
Yeah, that’s an incredibly unhealthy view of sex.
Um…
Dammit!
Nevermind! We see him!
Smart
We’ll be fine.
It was me the whole time
RE: Willis’ comments in the description
This is similar to why there is a reasonably substantial amount of fundies especially in the more toxic parts of the BDSM community. Because of where I live and what I am, I come across a lot of women originally from the more fundie stronghold regions of OH, KY and IN who describe* as submissive due to holding a view of all women being, by their nature, subservient to men and yet being unable to find men who live by that mode in the more mainstream places to find a partner come to the BDSM community expecting it due to the BS peddled by the likes of 50 Shades. I also come across a lot of men who, thinking similarly to what Willis describes above, describe as submissive believing that some Dom or Domme taking control and “making them do it” somehow removes their moral burden from their own belief system. On top of these I also occasionally meet Doms from this background who, similar to the women described above, have the view of universal female inferiority but find women from the more mainstream sources “not docile enough” with all the distasteful (and oft abusive and/or rapey) elements that implies.
*I feel it worth noting here that I strongly distinguish between self description and self identity due to meeting quite a large number of people over the years who publicly describe themselves one way, yet, through word and deed, clearly don’t see themselves in the mode they describe as.
I think a looot of sex is buried in alcoholic situations, even among young people who aren’t “essentially-still-fundy”… Just because of the way we are as a society, perhaps?
Originally posted:
December 19, 2002
Here’s some data worth adding:
My Christian upbringing was not at all fundamentalist. In fact, it was about as laid-back and holistic as you can get. I did break with my church after its conflicts over gay people became evident (love shouldn’t be a “political issue”) but that was several years into my adulthood and comics career.
And yet I could always identify strongly with this repression and the fear behind it. I had relationships with women, but they were almost always assertive types who could help me push past or work around this. It’s nothing my parents trained me to feel and it was never more than subtext in most of my religion. But I seized on the few parts that weren’t: “you should NOT fornicate before marriage” and all that.
Why was that? I think because I was a socially awkward person who stuttered until late high school and didn’t pick up on anybody’s cues, I was an intellectual whose concept of his own worth was tied to his self-control, and I had a sharp sense of responsibility. And one part of my sex education was that rapists didn’t always *know* they were rapists– never underestimate someone’s ability to be the hero of his own story. People could justify their actions with “she wanted it, I could read the signs” when no, they really couldn’t. I *knew* I couldn’t read the signs and I didn’t want to be one of those monsters, so I made damn sure I wouldn’t be.
TLDR: Sometimes you don’t need a strict fundamentalist background to be this messed up about sex. Sometimes all you need is profound social difficulties that deny you the channels others have to figure things out.
Finally — an answer to the questions everyone was asking when you were doing Quiltbag!
Nah, I can’t blame QUILTBAG on any of that, and you shouldn’t, either. At that point, I’d already written long-running relationships that seemed to resonate with people a lot more than anything in that series did.
There are a lot of different but related reasons QUILTBAG failed. I think the simplest way to explain it is that I rushed the gestation process so that I could pick up with it almost immediately after ending Penny and Aggie.
I figured I’d been doing this a while and knew what I needed to get started, and the rest I’d figure out as I went. But what I really needed was passion and time.
I couldn’t swallow my pride enough to allow for that time, because of some emotional drama that also interfered with developing that passion. But that drama had little to do with sexuality, repressed or otherwise.
Sorry, I should have added an emoticon or something. I was actually remembering the time on the P&A forums when someone put up a poll speculating about your tastes after you’d said something along the lines of not wanting to reveal them in order not to have readers judging the strip according to that.
If the opinion of a random person on the internet means anyway, “rushed into it” was my diagnosis at the time — but it also made perfect sense that you would have done so.
P.S.: I’ve been married almost a year… to a great woman who was my friend for years before that and definitely understood that she’d need a microphone and loudspeakers to signal her interest.