Dirty Mondays: “The Hairy Prospect, or The Devil In A Fright”

One more gem from The Amethyst, reviving Bookkake’s Dirty Monday poetry tradition:

The Hairy Prospect, or The Devil In A Fright

Once on a time the Sire of Evil
In plainer English called the devil
Some new experiment to try
At Chloe cast a roguish eye
But she who all his arts defied
Pull’d up and shew’d her sexes pride
A thing all shagg’d about with hair
So much it made old Satan stare
Who frighten’d at the grim display
Takes to his heels and runs away.

Posted August 31, 2009 | Comments Off on Dirty Mondays: “The Hairy Prospect, or The Devil In A Fright”.

Sotadic and Other Zones: The Cartography of Human Sexuality

Reading Brian Whitaker’s excellent and informative Unspeakable Love: Gay and Lesbian life in the Middle East, I came across the concept of a Sotadic Zone, advanced by Richard Burton in his “Terminal Essay” to The Book of a Thousand Nights and One Nights (1885).

Taking it’s name from the ancient Greek poet Sotades, famed for his homoerotic verse, Burton’s Sotadic Zone (mapped above) covered the Mediterranean, the Middle East, Indo-China, the South Sea Islands and the New World, and defined a geographic zone in which pederasty was particularly prevalent and tolerated, and claimed that within this zone a homosexual orientation was much more common than outside it.

Burton wrote not only in the earliest days on Anthropology, but from what is now a discredited, Orientalist position (as critiqued by Edward Saïd). However, it’s worth noting that he wrote in a time of Victorian repression of sexuality, and his public disavowal of such acts disguised an attempt to show that such practices were in fact widespread, and should not be dismissed as “abnormal”. Mapping is one way of visualising an alternative view of aspects of the world – in this case, human sexuality – and so normalising it.

Such has been the function of maps for some time, although of course such efforts go both ways. The implementation of Megan’s Law in the United States has led to an explosion of cartographic activity. Take these extracts from California’s sex offender locator site, where each blue dot represents a registered sex offender:

These maps hold up a dark mirror to those presented by Grindr, the iPhone app facilitating geo-located hook-ups for gay men:

Such geographies are a physical translation of the mental maps all sexual beings carry with them: how far am I from sex? Where did I have it last? Where might I have it again? (One of the counterintuituve points raised in Unspeakable Love is the widespread eroticism present in modern Islamic cultures: when sexuality is denied private and inviolate spaces, it permeates the entire sphere – the street, the marketplace, the bus station, all become erotic zones, charged with possibilities).

In Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow, Lieutenant Tyrone Slothrop obsessively charts his sexual conquests across a Blitz-scarred London on a street map plastered with stars. These locations appear to correspond with the later impact points of V2 rockets, which we can subsequently reproduce through our own records of London V2 Rocket Sites, a cartography of sex and death, of grandes and petites morts:

Visualisations allow us to obtain an allegedly dispassionate overview of human sexuality. In “Chains of affection: The structure of adolescent romantic and sexual networks” (Bearman PS, Moody J, Stovel K., American Journal of Sociology, Vol. 100, No. 1), researchers chart “the structure of romantic and sexual relations” at the presumably pseudonymous “Jefferson High School”.

“Allegedly”, because such surveys rely on the honesty of those interviewed, and a chart that contains only one two same-sex relationships (that I can find) among hundreds of Western adolescents invites accusations of incompleteness, not to mention stereotyping in its use of pink and blue for gender identification [Image Source]:

But maps can be liberating as well. At humansexmap.com, visitors are invited to place pins in a map delineating their preferences, peccadilloes and fetishes – not without prejudice, as woe betide those explorers who traverse the Lesser and Greater Barrier Mountains to penetrate the forbidden zones beyond the Impassable Reaches:

Cartography is not, despite its pretensions, an exact science. Kevin Slavin, in a recent talk on the occasion of the launch of the BLDGBLOG book, critiqued the current cartographic obsession with locating the individual at the core of everything, saying: “a world and a life in which you are always the centre of the map… fuck that”.

Bookkake might paraphrase such a sentiment indelicately as: “a world and a life in which you are not at the centre of the map… fuck there”.


Know of any good maps, charts or visualisations which should be added to this collection? Do let us know in the comments, as we’d love to do a follow-up post.

Thomas Rowlandson and the Angry Red Pencils

I‘ve been reading the wonderful World of Simon Raven, a collection of writings by the notorious English cad. It’s excellent stuff (although, strangely, that’s not Raven on the cover), and in an extract from the late lamented Erotic Review, he takes a moment to remind us of Thomas Rowlandson – even if it’s only to say “he can’t do penises properly. They all look like pencils with angry red ends.”

Unkind, but not untrue. Rowlandson, for those unfamiliar with him, was an English cartoonist, contemporary of James Gillray and George Cruikshank, and remembered both for his part in popularising the character of John Bull, and for his erotic prints. He was also a pretty Bookkake-ish character:

He was born in Old Jewry, in the City of London, the son of a tradesman or city merchant. On leaving school he became a student at the Royal Academy. At the age of sixteen, he lived and studied for a time in Paris, and he later made frequent tours to the Continent, enriching his portfolios with numerous jottings of life and character. In 1775 he exhibited a drawing of Delilah visiting Samson in Prison, and in the following years he was represented by various portraits and landscapes. He was spoken of as a promising student; and had he continued his early application he would have made his mark as a painter. But by the death of his aunt, a French lady, he inherited £7,000, plunged into the dissipations of the town and was known to sit at the gaming-table for thirty-six hours at a stretch.

Poverty was the spur, however, to develop his caricatures and cartoons, and he left us a legacy of much-admired prints. Wikimedia Commons has a rather good collection, and we present a number here…

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Posted August 19, 2009 | Comments Off on Thomas Rowlandson and the Angry Red Pencils.

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