Sex on the Brain: Doin it With Diane Keaton


I was going to discuss the recent arrest of a repeat horse-fucker from the South; but I talk so much about bestiality that I think I might give it a break for a while. Instead, I want to touch upon some exciting news.

Diane Keaton is set to star in HBO’s most latest feminist TV Show!

Women & Hollywood recently blogged about HBO’s decision to cast the legendary Diana Keaton for a new show. In it, she plays “Gloria Steinem”-esque icon who decides to revolutionize feminism by producing porn mags for female readers.

Melissa Silverstein doesn’t think that “pornography could reignite feminism” but I beg a differ. If writers Dawn Prouse and Marti Proxon are creative and honest about the fact that women’s desires are not gender-exclusive, that fantasies and pleasures have no orientation, then maybe I’ll give it a go. Although, one could consider this as the central conflict of the show: Exploring women’s fantasies and maybe discovering that those fantasies are unlike anything we expected (I hope).

However, some of Prouse’s remarks about women’s sexuality may prove that this new concept might rely on “the new faux feminism” or “anti-feminism”:

“There seems to be a new evolution of what women are sexually. Women are acting more like men sexually.”

The new evolution of feminist sexuality is perceived, still, as being a gender-exclusive trait. Instead of celebrating sexuality and the different roles it may play in our lives, this new brand of feminism connotes that to act like a man is sexual liberation, as if they had it right all along.

It can be assumed that empowering one’s sexuality by acting like a man means to take charge of one’s own sexual destiny, to love and lust without conviction or, possibly, to fuck with complete abandon, etc, etc?

I don’t understand what it means to act like a man sexually, unless you want to be a drag king, which is also undeniably hot.

Women have longed had their share of sexual freedoms and power throughout history, even in the fiber of our religious background. While it may seem as though the patriarch has portrayed their sexual legacy as one of greater significance (and most of us believed them), look at figures such as Madonna, Mae West, Marlene Dietrich, Betty Dodson, Bettie Page, Madame de Pompadour, Anais Nin, or even the sirens and mythical witches, goddesses, and monumental queens and warriors who have embraced their identity, their desire, their lust. A man may have written the story, but the story is always the same: Women are the true sexual liberators. We always have been.

Sidenote: Read the book The Girls: Sappho Goes to Hollywood – it offers insight into the private sexual lives of some of the most admired Hollywood stars, including Marlene Dietrich. The book does not aim to exploit these women’s affairs as fodder for gossip, but proves how vital their sexuality was to their lives and their art.

Let us not believe that regurgitated notion that we are embracing male sexuality and desire as our own. We’re merely reclaiming the narrative in order to tell the story as it should be told, the way it was meant to be written.

Speaking of “feminist pornography” – is it an oxymoron? Betty Dodson and Carlin Ross contemplates…


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  1. 7That is Special Song for you.

    Careless Whisper ( George Michael)

    I feel so unsure,
    As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.
    As the music dies…
    Something in your eyes,
    Calls to mind a silver screen,
    And all its sad goodbyes.

    CHORUS
    I’m never gonna dance again,
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
    Though it’s easy to pretend,
    I know you’re not a fool.
    I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
    And waste this chance that I’d been given.
    So I’m never gonna dance again,
    The way I danced with you.

    ooh ooh

    Time can never mend,
    The careless whisper of a good friend.
    To the heart and mind,
    Ignorance is kind
    There’s no comfort in the truth,
    Pain is the all you’ll find.

    CHORUS
    I’m never gonna dance again,
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
    Though it’s easy to pretend,
    I know you’re not a fool.
    I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
    And waste this chance that I’d been given.
    So I’m never gonna dance again,
    The way I danced with you.

    Tonight the music seems so loud,
    I wish that we could lose this crowd.
    Maybe it’s better this way,
    We’d hurt each other with the things we want to say.

    We could have been so good together,
    We could have lived this dance forever…
    But now, who’s gonna dance with me?
    Please stay.

    CHORUS
    And I’m never gonna dance again,
    Guilty feet have got no rhythm.
    Though it’s easy to pretend,
    I know you’re not a fool.
    I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
    And waste this chance that I’d been given.
    So I’m never gonna dance again,
    The way I danced with you.

    ooh ooh

    Now that you’re gone…
    Now that you’re gone…
    Now that you’re gone…
    Was what I did so wrong?
    So wrong that you had to leave me alone?

      • chriscicchelli
      • August 15th, 2009

      Why thank you, Chris. I always enjoy a good song dedication, especially when it’s one of my favorite tunes.

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