Reprint: Sex, ethics, and “being there”

This post first appeared in January 2006, and it reflects a more conservative view than I now hold today.

I’ve generally held in recent years that sex outside of the context of "commitment" falls short of both a feminist and a Christian mark.  Several of my secular feminist allies (and MRA opponents) take issue with that conclusion, and others expressed some curiosity about what it was I meant by "commitment" — an admittedly pliable term that can be used to describe a very wide variety of arrangements.

I see sexual  "commitments" as appearing on a ladder — or a hierarchical continuum — rather in a simple dichotomy.  The most basic commitments we make are to certain principles that do not create obligations to one specific person.  The obvious example here is the commitment to be honest.  Even the most enthusiastic defenders of a relaxed sexual ethic tend to be firm proponents of the honesty principle, and the moral obligation to be clear with one’s partner(s) about one’s intentions and expectations.

But rising up the "commitment" ladder, we encounter other essential virtues. Here, the commitments shift from being general principles that help us deal with the world (like honesty), and become more focused on the person with whom we are sharing physical intimacy.  The obvious components of a commitment here are concern for a specific  partner’s pleasure, safety, and emotional well-being.  Again, most of my friends who believe that non-monogamous sexual relationships can be ethical stress that in their encounters and exchanges, they take responsibility for these things too.

I would never suggest that caring and concern only manifest themselves in enduring monogamous relationships.  It is theoretically possible to be kind to and honest with any number of people at the same time; I’ve seen it done, often with aplomb.  But despite recognizing the possibility for virtue in the transitory, the fleeting, and even the promiscuous, I’m convinced that all such relationships fail to reach the highest level on the ladder of commitment.

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Friday Random Ten: Reformation Day Eve edition

Lots of new stuff I’ve discovered lately: #2, #6, and the bonus are from three of my favorite new artists. (I discover lots of new music listening to “Outlaw Country” on Sirius Satellite Radio.)

1. “Just Breathe”, Pearl Jam
2. “L.A. County Blues”, The Band of Heathens
3. “This is England”, the Clash
4. “Love’s Gonna Live Here”, Dwight Yoakam
5. “No Bad News”, Patty Griffin
6. “Sinaloa Cowboys”, Dyl
7. “White Liar”, Miranda Lambert
8. “Plane Wreck at Los Gatos”, Joan Baez
9. “Tin Man”, The Avett Brothers
10. “When the Stars Go Blue”, Ryan Adams

Bonus Track: “Broken Bottles”, Sons of Bill

Reprint: Marriage, faith, disparate desire, and the disaster of the “he who wants less wins” model

These days, since becoming a father and moving to West Los Angeles, I get a lot less rest than I was once wont to. (HCRS has been restless at night again, and I spend two hours a day commuting, a significant increase from the ten minutes I enjoyed until June.) As a result, by Thursdays, I’m usually so sleep-deprived that my cognitive abilities are mildly compromised. I have no intention of complaining about my joy-filled life, but will say that at times, such as this morning, I sit down to write at the computer and my brain simply goes blank. I gots nothin’. So, another reprint, this one from July 2007:

A reader named “Bob” writes:

I’m wondering though what you think about the concept of sexual frequency “normalcy” in marriage or committed relationships. In other words, if one partner has a higher sex drive than the other, what are the responsibilities (if any) of one to the other?

I know how the Church generally feels about this issue. The feelings range from glorified body ownership (a wife should submit to her husband’s sexual “needs” no matter what) to lessons of “thorns in the flesh” (repressing sexual “needs” are a good sign of spiritual discipline).

But how does a feminist feel about this? What do you do (if anything should be done) about unequal libido within a committed relationship? As the partner with a higher drive in my marriage, I constantly question my desires. Am I too dependent on my wife for sexual fulfillment? Maybe I should show more restraint as an independent person and a Christ follower. Perhaps this is my thorn in my flesh, a test from God. But then the Christian ideal of marriage seems to say much of “two becoming one,” some kind of mysterious interdependence, or even a combined identity. To have two different ideals of sexual unity, or any other ideal for that matter, seems counterproductive to the married unit.

Obviously, my first recommendation to Bob and his wife is that they seek counseling. That doesn’t mean I’m pathologizing his wife’s low sex drive or Bob’s more boisterous one. I am a great believer, however, in the marvelous progress that can be made with a good marital therapist. There are increasing numbers of Christians who work as marital therapists, and they integrate spiritual and psychological insights very effectively. Most married couples could benefit from a periodic therapeutic “tune-up”, even if no burning problem seems to be presenting itself.

Too often, we do tend to over-analyze incongruent libidos. It’s a staple of pop psychology that the partner with the lower drive is “repressed” or perhaps dealing with abuse issues from his or her childhood. Similarly, we often assume that the partner with the stronger drive is emotionally needy, or someone who seeks to soothe their anxiety and stress through sexual activity rather than a more appropriate outlet. Too often, partners can get into a tail-spin; the more the one with the higher drive presses, the more the one with the lower drive resists. The one with the higher drive feels neglected, unattractive, anxiety-ridden, frustrated; the one with the lower drive feels pressured, nagged, frustrated. Most people who’ve been in long-term relationships can recognize themselves in one (or both) of those roles!

It is by no means always the case in heterosexual marriages that it is always the man with the lower sex drive. But that’s Bob’s situation, and that matches up with our stereotype, so I’ll say a little about it here. I’m not going to rehash the great and mysterious words of Paul in 1 Corinthians 7. I will note that the New International Version says:

The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband.

In the context of a chapter on marital sex, that does make clear that a married couple do have sexual obligations to each other. But it would be a huge mistake to assume that Paul means that the lower-drive partner must always acquiesce to the one who’s hornier. I like how the Message version handles this same passage:

The marriage bed must be a place of mutuality—the husband seeking to satisfy his wife, the wife seeking to satisfy her husband. Marriage is not a place to “stand up for your rights.” Marriage is a decision to serve the other, whether in bed or out.

That’s really good, especially the bit about marriage not being a place to “stand up for your rights.” The mystery lies in how we each serve the other without ever insisting on those rights. For the higher-sexed person to demand that his or her partner provide sex on some sort of a schedule is clearly not what Paul is suggesting. At the same time, each partner is called to be deeply concerned with the well-being of the other — and of the partnership itself. That concern will manifest itself in the higher-sexed partner practicing self-control, not only in terms of physical restriction but also by refraining from nagging and pestering. The higher-sexed partner can’t come from a place of entitlement. Continue reading

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Thursday Short Poem: Dameron’s “Thursday Morning”

This is the second Thursday Short Poem I’ve pulled from DeLana Dameron’s marvelous debut collection, How God Ends Us. It’s the best first volume from a new American poet I’ve read in a few years, and I recommend it to all. The title for this makes it an obvious choice for a TSP.

Thursday Morning

Light flickers and refracts off the copper-coiled ring
on your marriage finger. I consider these things –

where we place objects on our bodies to tell stories.
Seated alone in the audience, I am undone

each time your fingers compress
the contour of your saxophone into a moan.

I want you to tell me stories about where you travel
in that moment where your eyes are closed, about

the organization of your house or if there are dishes
in your kitchen sink or women’s clothing you’ll explain

away when we cross the threshold together. Later,
running my fingernails across the ring’s ridges, I recall

similar failed beginnings with other lovers
who adorn this space I want to occupy with a platinum

band, cover up what should be empty. I know this image –
my hand inside yours — is the short-lived ecstasy

of new beginnings, this pattern of false starts
like the other rings: royal-blue glass-bead set

into the flattened underbelly of sterling silver. Or
the cool turqoise square in pewter.

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Jendi on abuse and complementarianism

Speaking of relationship dynamics and power, here’s a link to Jendi Reiter’s important post today about the church, abuse, and the idea that the sexes are “complementary” (with specific roles assigned for each). Jendi is easier on complementarianism than I am (I regard it as a grave and pernicious heresy), but the analysis she offers is first-rate. Do read.

Privilege conceals itself from those who possess it: of feminist epistemology, marriage, and “standpoint theory.”

The discussion below this post has grown heated, with the topic of debate being less the original post itself and more feminist epistemology and what is sometimes called “standpoint theory.” SamSeaborn quotes Elizabeth Andersen, who writes:

Feminist standpoint theory claims an epistemic privilege over the character of gender relations, and of social and psychological phenomena in which gender is implicated, on behalf of the standpoint of women.

Sam wants to know how that impacts my marriage (which I labeled as “feminist”), but he also seems to be asking how this “standpoint theory” affects the role of male allies in feminist settings. Though he kindly takes me at my word when I note that I don’t go through my married life with an apology for being male always on my lips, he wonders how a male feminist cannot help but defer to what, according to Andersen, is the “epistemic privilege” of a woman’s perspective. Sam gets a vigorous, and to my mind, very effective response, from commenters Oldfeminist and Mythago, and I recommend folks check out the whole thread.

I may be the son of two philosophers, and I may have done a graduate field in medieval scholasticism many moons ago, but I am no theorist. Phrases like “epistemic privilege” make my head hurt, and I must bite back the urge to plead, “But I am a bear of very little brain.” I’ve labored through Cixous and Irigaray and Butler because they’re important and necessary, but feminist theory ain’t my bag. I defer to the many wonderful folks in the blogosphere whose intellectual capacities exceed my own, and whose talent for explicating in plain English the difficult philosophical nuances of feminist theory is infinitely greater than mine.

That said, I do have some thoughts on standpoint theory and its practical application.

Epistemology is the study of how we know things. In a relationship between two people who are of different sexes, classes, or ethnic backgrounds, it’s reasonable to assume that each person’s knowledge of the world will have been shaped in no small part by their status. Class and sex and race and faith are some of — but surely not the only — prisms through which we see and interpret the world. Patriarchy, the complex system through which male identity is privileged in an extraordinary number of ways, impacts everyone. Yes, as the famous phrase notes, it “hurts men too.” But one particular thing that patriarchy does is warp our understanding of everything around us, particularly things like power dynamics, sexuality, and how we communicate with one another. Feminists point out the deeply obvious: the class of persons most likely to be discriminated against by the system are also those most likely to be aware of the system itself. This “greater awareness” is the epistemic privilege to which Andersen refers.

Epistemic privilege means that in a heterosexual relationship, it is generally — though not universally — the case that the woman will see gender-based power imbalances more clearly than will her boyfriend or her husband. This isn’t because of “feminine intuition”, it’s because folks in an historically oppressed class are always required to be more aware of power dynamics than those who belong to the dominant group. The same epistemic privilege can occur in race and class relations, regardless of the sex of the people involved.

Obvious example: rape and parking lots. Both men and women are cognizant of the reality of rape, and most understand that it is men who generally do the raping and women who are generally the ones attacked. But because of his privilege, a man can walk into a parking lot by himself at night and forget about rape, because his maleness affords him the luxury of remaining unobservant of the possibility of sexual danger. A woman walking alone in a parking lot at night will have a different experience, rooted in her vulnerability as a member of a class targeted for sexual violence. Not only is she more vulnerable, but her very understanding of the issue is superior to that of a man walking in the parking lot. He has the privileged luxury of ignorance; she’s forced to reflect, constantly, on rape and its threat to her. That means that when the discussion of women’s vulnerability to assault comes up, women ought to enjoy “epistemic privilege” in the conversation. Continue reading

Reprint: a note on teaching and self-confidence

From December 2006:

I want to get back to the topic of teaching and self-confidence. In yesterday’s post, I cited an article that claimed that 94% of University of Nebraska faculty considered themselves to be “better than average” teachers when compared to their colleagues. If the word “average” is to have any meaning at all, somethin’ must be wrong with their self-assessment. Even if the best teachers in the world are all to be found in Lincoln, it’s still more or less impossible for 94% to be “above average.”

In the comments, Sally writes

That’s really interesting, because I have a friend who does teaching evaluations at her university, and she says that grad student teachers consistently underestimate how good they are. She says that grad students will claim to be utter disasters in the classroom, and then when she comes and observes their teaching, they’re perfectly fine, if not particularly exceptional. I wonder if something changes between the grad student and professor levels?

Well, I know something sure changed for me between the grad school and professorial levels! My first teaching experience happened in the spring quarter, 1991. I was TA-ing a Classics survey course at UCLA. Before meeting my first section, I went to the bathroom in Bunche Hall and threw up; I was overcome with terror. I was not-quite 24, and though I had years of background in drama and was the son of two college professors, I felt like an utter fraud who was about to be exposed. And in my first few quarters of TA-ing, I had some awful moments that left me despondent. I would not have ranked myself highly, back in the day. So yeah, one’s confidence grows with time.

I’d also say that the degree to which one worries about being liked diminishes with time, and that helps. When I was a TA — or even in my first few years here at the college — most of my students were only a few years younger than I. I saw them as slightly junior peers, and it’s generally the case that we are particularly anxious to win approval from our peers. Being liked, being perceived as competent, being thought interesting; all of these were wrapped up together. Today, I am still very much concerned with being competent, and I am hopeful that I am still found interesting — but the anxiety about winning approval has dropped. And I find that the less anxious I am about winning approval, the more likely I am to have self-confidence. Part of self-confidence, at least for me, is rooted in a sense of one’s own skills; it’s also rooted in a willingness to be unaffected by the capricious judgments of others. Continue reading

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A note on relapse

Among my friends in recovery, and among some of the young people I mentor, there seems to be a small epidemic of “relapsing” going on. A “relapse” or a “slip” refers to a return to old, addictive or self-destructive behavior after a period of sobriety, abstinence, or healthier decision-making.

I’ve worked to give up many things in my life, behaviors or habits which were hurting me or those around me. Alcohol, drugs, self-injury, sexual acting-out — I’ve had years away from these, and have a considerable amount of what in Twelve Step circles is called “time” away from these. One day at a time, as they say, I work to keep my spiritual foundation strong and my boundaries in the places that they should be. I don’t struggle with a lot of temptation anymore around alcohol, drugs, or sex — though I’m not vain enough to believe that I’m incapable of a future slip in any of these areas. Continued growth, as they say, is contingent on regular (daily) spiritual and psychological maintenance.

I do have habits I have a harder time letting go of. Though I don’t smoke regularly any more, I’ve had the occasional cigarette a time or nine over the years, though none since Heloise was born. I’ve given up diet sodas again and again, and then gone back to them — my compulsive consumption of caffeinated aspartame is something I fight against on a daily basis, usually losing the struggle. And though veganism has been an easy lifestyle to adopt, it has by no means ended some of the binge/purge behaviors that have characterized my relationship with food and my body since puberty. (I don’t throw up or starve myself anymore, and that’s progress.)

One mentee went back to using internet pornography compulsively last week; another returned to an abusive relationship she had had some success in leaving. Other friends have relapsed on drugs after some time “clean”. And I’ve been pounding down more soda than usual. It’s been “relapse week” all around, and so I thought I’d write a bit on the topic.

Whatever it is you’re trying to give up, whether it’s a bad relationship or a destructive habit, relapse of one sort or another is going to be part of the recovery process. I often point out to people that I went to my first AA meeting in April 1987, when I was nineteen — and got sober “for good” (God willing) more than eleven years later, after years and years of going in and out of the program. Whether the issue was alcohol or drugs or cigarettes or unhealthy one-night stands or cutting myself, I didn’t succeed in giving up what was unhealthy the first time I tried. Depending on the behavior, I’d put together a few weeks or months or even years before, as a result of one setback or another, relapsing spectacularly. (I had six years clean and sober from alcohol and drugs between 1990-1996 before a major slip.) Continue reading

One leg off the three-legged stool? Benedict’s invite and progressive possibilities

I’ve been following with considerable interest the news from last week that Pope Benedict XVI has announced a special process for receiving disaffected Anglicans “back” into the fold of Holy Mother Church. As someone whose spiritual peregrinations included baptism and confirmation as a Roman Catholic as an undergrad, and then a later move to (among other denominations) the Episcopal Church, I’m fascinated by the audacity of the pontiff’s gambit — and by the possibilities this represents for progressives in the Anglican communion.

Anglicans like to talk a lot about relying on a “three-legged stool” of reason, scripture, and tradition in discerning God’s will. (The concept comes from the great 16th century theologian Richard Hooker, a son of my beloved Exeter.) The modern Anglican Communion has another kind of three-legged stool within its ranks: progressives, who favor a more inclusive church; “High Church” conservatives who are theologically and liturgically very close to Rome; and “Low Church” evangelicals, whose theology and liturgy are closer to Calvinism. The second two groups differ enormously over rituals and church polity, but are united in their conservatism on issues of sexuality. The “Low” and the “High” traditionalists don’t always worship in the same style, but they’ve worked together within the Communion to frustrate the goals of progressives to move forward more rapidly. It is this “Low”/”High” conservative front that has kept the Church of England, the mother church of the whole Communion, from embracing same-sex unions and women bishops until now.

Here’s my frank hope: the “High Church” traditionalists and so-called “Anglo-Catholics” take Benedict’s invitation, and chart a path back to Rome. The conservative coalition will thus be sundered, leaving the Anglican Communion divided between liberals and Low Church evangelicals. The latter group, having lost their key ally, will find their ability to block progress to be diminished. (And given their attachment to the Reformation, their hostility to the authority of the pope and distrust of “smells and bells” liturgy, these Low Churchers are more likely to become Baptists than Catholics.) The communion may be smaller as a result, at least for a time, but will be far more vigorous in proclaiming a more inclusive vision of Christ’s love and God’s plan.

May it be so.

Embracing the family bed, and retracting an old stance

In the post immediately below this, a reprint from 2007, I wrote (among other things):

When we have children — and I’m saying this now and Lord help me if I take it back — they will never spend time in our bed, even if they wail for the privilege.

When you take strong stands, you are sometimes given the pleasure of publicly repudiating a past position. I stand by everything else in that piece from two years ago, but want to say clearly that becoming a father to HCRS (nine months old today) has radically altered my view on the issue of children in bed. Our daughter sleeps between us many a night; we have adopted what is called “the family bed” approach. (Strongly endorsed by our pediatrician, who favors “attachment parenting”, which we are also enthusiastically — if sleepily — practicing.) Blog in haste, repent in leisure; I have no trouble saying that I was wrong, utterly wrong to rule out sharing the bed with one’s babies.

And no, you’re not gonna get more details than that about our nocturnal practices.