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It’s Implied… + Here’s Why!

My line is “It’s implied”. That means that I am responsible for my own actions.  Broadly speaking, my words and actions convey a meaning from which people will naturally draw my intentions, without my always having to be explicit. In terms of interpersonal relationships, even indirect actions and statements go a long way in defining where I am and where I want to be. The underlying assumption is that we are all social beings, and that we understand the meanings behind specific behaviors.

Take body language.  Body language is often a very accurate gauge for testing the waters and making or communicating sexual decisions & desires. Flirting, hair tossing, and preening can be effective, obvious, and above all, natural ways of communicating what is left un-verbalized.  We don’t just approach strangers and say “Hey, because I’m attracted to you I’d like you to notice my lips, arms, chest…and by the way I’m [probably] available; what’s your name?”  Our intentions are often conveyed as much by what we don’t say as what we do say.

It can sometimes even be a dangerous thing to rely completely on expressed statements.  People may say and avow things they’re unsure about because they feel that it’s appropriate to the circumstances or because they feel pressured. Basing sexual decisions on implied actions and meanings entails being attuned to everything about the encounter: the context, the person, the surroundings.  “It’s implied” is a rallying call for going deeper into all the elements that comprise a sexual situation.

A person shouldn’t always have to say “I’m comfortable” for me to be aware that they’re comfortable.  They may express it verbally and that can be great, but shouldn’t I be able to detect when there is a level of discomfort without it being made explicit?  Shouldn’t I be able to react in a responsible and mature way if the issue of discomfort is raised either expressly or implicitly? Could we even consider that keeping our eyes open to lines of implied consent may add to the overall sensual experience? For example if your partner is responding, bodily or verbally, and you’re in turn responding to that, isn’t that a bit more natural than if at every instance, everybody was expressly making sure that everybody was “cool” and everybody is expressly reassuring to everybody else the same?

Here’s what “It’s implied” should never be: it should not be the excuse for “s/he was asking for it”. Any argument for consent based on implied behavior should fall flat against an expressed “no”. This point, of consent and implicit behavior, where actions and expressed words may appear to converge or diverge, is the trickiest aspect of modern sexuality. It is where moral responsibility, socialization, gender, sexual dynamics, and other legal, social considerations merge, jostle and collide; but l think it’s appropriate to make some concrete observations here.

The word “Implied” as used in this sexual context of consent is not a simple concept. And furthermore, the idea that sexual consent is always “expressed” is also problematic. In fact, for a sexually & socially responsible individual it should not be always true that “the line of consent” is equated with an expressed “yes”. Many people can verbalize a sexual “yes”: what about women whose spouses or partners have abused them in the past if they do not comply with sexual demands?; or teenage girls with older adults, perhaps adults who are authority figures of some sort; or even prostitutes with abusive handlers and pimps; and of course, drunk or incapacitated adults may say “yes” as well. Although a expressed “no” trumps everything else, I believe a responsible sexual decision should be derived from the whole situation and not just that affirmative syllable “yes””.

My statement that “It’s Implied” is really an emphasis of individual’s responsibility to examine and understand the breadth of a sexual situation in order to make a decision. People can verbally acquiesce to, and even request, activities that can be hazardous to their well being, with or without a fully-formed capacity to understand the implications of such decisions.  In forming a responsible idea of consent, I think we have to be very aware of the role played by implicit understandings communicated and made evident through circumstances, statements and actions. These are the building blocks of consent that must be part of a responsible sexual decision.

It’s Implied?

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Hmm. I ran into an old friend from Grad School outside our office the other day. He was with a young lawyer, and they both worked for the New York City non-profit, housed in our building. We started talking to the lawyer about the law and consent; where does it start? where does it end? all that good stuff. We gave him a sticker.

He dropped by yesterday and gave us his response, but we missed him.  Not sure how I feel about his response. Implied how? Through body language? Trust? Past experience? Verbally?

I think that lets the door swing wiiiide open. Not necessarily in a good way. Will have to find him for an explanation.

Oh My God- YES!

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I Can Say "No"

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F*cking Dilemma…How To Kiss A Girl?

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Does this have to be about rape? If so, I cannot contribute. If not, here’s my 2ct.

I’ve had one girl who crossed my line. At a party she groped me to make another guy jealous, and she told me. It wasn’t the inappropriate touching itself that made it offensive, but the fact that it wasn’t even about me. I felt she had crossed a line. But I wouldn’t call it sexual assault or anything, just particularly bad manners.

But for me, the problem was usually the other way around, a different kind of line. I’m a guy and my problem was always that there is no way to know anyone else’s line without exploring, finding the line, and not rarely that will mean to at least tangentially touch it. As a teenager, I was so scared of me and my potentially violent sexuality that I didn’t even explore any lines. I exploded on the inside, but I was too afraid to accidentally hurt someone to even try to make out with a girl. As a result, I’m still a virgin at 34, and I’ve only kissed a girl at 32. I’ve done therapy to get over my sexual guilt, but it’s not easy to change one’s self concept if it is as deeply engrained.

As I’ve found out later, I’ve broken a lot of hearts because I was too afraid to explore. I was/am afraid of crossing lines even when the gates are apparently wide open. But I just did not and do not want to become *that* guy. Problem is, our lines aren’t put in stone, they are negotiated with every word and, possibly every touch, then with every kiss. Lines move. And that implies that we need to explore, there’s just no way around it.

And most women tell me that they expect the men in their lives to be the initiators. They expect me to explore where their lines are. I’ve tried asking about kissing explicitly, but most of the time (well, the couple of times I did ask), they did not seem to appreciate it – women seem to prefer it if men test their lines and both move them and miraculously respect them at the same time. No wonder there are people who call seduction an art.

So where’s my line? I don’t know. I am still far too afraid when it comes to making any move, even though, these days, women literally throw themselves on me. Technically, I may not be far away from not being a virgin, but mentally, it’s a distant future. Because I can’t cross my mental line because I’m afraid I may be crossing her physical line.
F****g dilemma, quite literally, because parallel lines only meet in infinity, but no one will live forever…

How Do You Define "Sex-Positive"?

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A friend asked me what “sex-positive” actually means, and why we use it to describe the work we’re doing with THE LINE. I had one of those New York bubble moments, where you assume everyone gets your terminology and uses it in the same way. I immediately texted my sister, my trusty litmus test for all things suburban-American/open minded/fairly mainstream. She’d never heard of it, but guessed that it combined sex + positive attitude. I googled and found your basic Wikipedia definition, this members-only site called Blackbox Republic, a documentary that I need to see and the Center for Sex Positive Culture.

I put the question out to the great Facebook oracle and here’s what we got:

knowing how to enjoy and how to control.

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attitude: not seeing sex as a taboo subject, but rather as something that is healthy, enjoyable, and a commonality among all peoples that can and should be discussed. Seeing as something that is different for each person, and knowing that this is acceptable. When used with “education” as in, “sex positive education” it means the teaching of the proper use of contraceptives, how to safely engage in sexual acitivity (if the program is really good, it will teach about anal and oral sex, as well as mutual masturbation and outer course), and teaches the importance of yearly testing.

honouring the life force, from procreation to healing

my understanding is that we as human beings are sexual, and to respect that. Sex is not a bad or wrong thing if both parties consent. We all have different ways of expressing our sexual selves and we should honour rather than suppress or feel shameful for it.

a lot of sex between consenting adults? (I laughed that she put “a lot” and she replied:) it must be a lot otherwise it’d be called sad yearly sex between bored consenting adults. can you tell that i’m still crazy about my boo in spite of all the years that have gone by? in my opinion, if a romantic relationship were based on a lot of mutual respect but no sex it’d make no sense whatsoever to me. i don’t understand the intricacies of surrender when i hear of young couples that barely have sex. what made them give up this basic need? maybe they never liked each other that way… hmmm… personally, i’d rather adopt a cat…

One way to look at it: Wingnut values = guns good, sex bad. Sex-positive values = sex good, guns bad. (But seriously, I’ve used “sex-positive” when pitching a story about a superhero named Captain O…I think you can guess what the O stands for.)

we need a comic book with captain o as the hero! that would be pretty sex-positive. captain o could teach young women how to figure themselves out, and young men how to be respectful while still being able to “help” women in the quest of self discovery, etc. though i can also foresee how this comic book could easily turn into porn…

I then posed the question to Friday night’s rollicking panel at Blue Stockings about Men & Feminism, and the overall theme from the panelists was that of pleasure, and the inclusion of pleasure in the dialogue with human and gender rights, no judgment, and space for many types of sexual expressions within feminsm.

Anything to add?

I Am Not A Fuck Doll!

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Last night, the screening at Pace University exceeded my expectations. The seats were full, about 50% male, and the crowd was at varying stages of comfort and exposure to the topic of sex, consent, assault and boundaries. Once the lights went up, the hands shot up. Two passionate student leaders from Students Organized Against Rape, and a representative from the counseling center joined me on the panel. Having students tell their peers why they chose to bring THE LINE and why the film is relevant and meaningful to their lives was a great way to kick off discussion. It helped me understand what is going on for them, and allowed the students to guide the conversation. We decided to challenge what we think as private.

The conversation moved from harassment, promiscuity, risky behavior, “rape culture” and sexual exploration. We talked about bystander behavior, and what some of the barriers are to calling someone out – generally fear and shame. I asked the audience what they thought the root of rape culture is, and we discussed religion and the indoctrinated belief that sex is bad, a sin, and shameful. The students were direct, asking their male counterparts to step up and help create the solution. I have a feeling that a men’s group could blossom by next year.

One young woman asked me (and I loved it), “well, let’s say you meet someone in Times Square and you decide to go home with him, just like that… I mean…talking about ‘your line’ is something that takes time.” She’s totally right. It can take time, sleeping with complete strangers can be risky, and that provided a great moment to talk about casual sex and how it can and should still be respectful. Another student chimed in, “being young is about exploring sexuality, and we all have a right to do that and be safe, without judgment.”

Another student asked me if I said “no” loudly enough – and said, “by consenting to going to his house and getting in bed…” and someone replied: “just because someone invites you over for dinner, doesn’t mean you can steal their silverware, plates and napkin holders when you leave!”

When we finished, the line snaked through the room with people holding up stickers waiting to be photographed. It felt positively revolutionary! Check out the rest of the photos and feel free to comment!

"Rape Culture" or "Russian Roulette"?

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This is an excerpt from my recent interview for HEEB Magazine. Defining rape culture is one of those questions that in some ways feels very tricky, but its also very simple. Kind of like my film. The context is complex, the message is simple: communicate and respect each other. I thought I did a pretty good job with the answer, and gave Judaism some props for the groovy sex-positive tenants in our marriage contract.

A rape culture is one that assumes violence will happen during sex. It says: ‘Watch your drink’ or ‘men are pigs’ or ‘what did she expect?’ It asks women to live in the narrow roles of either virgin or whore, and tells us to be fearful. Jewish girls get somewhat of a break here, thanks to Dr. Ruth and our sex-positive roots in the Judaic marriage contract, but for men, rape culture expects them to be dogs and tells them they have to trick or coerce girls into bed. If given the choice, most people want to have good sex, where both parties initiate, are into it and are begging for more. A rape culture tells us that sex is bad, so you either have to steal it, rush through it, or get punished for doing it, or—God forbid—liking it.

Today, someone piped in to disagree with me on the site. I would roll my eyes if it wasn’t such a typical and disturbing response. In addition to misreprenting recent sex crimes in the news (its a wide net, only Kobe Bryant is missing), this person’s “solution” dictates that women be the gate keepers for male behavior. In its essence, it is exactly what rape culture is all about!

I will reserve final judgment until I see the film, but it also strikes me given the number of women like Laura Garza and Natalee Holloway who meet horrible ends by getting drunk and then leaving a bar with a strange man they have just met and of whose character and history they know nothing about; we would better served with fewer cliches about society as a whole, and more small scale, common sense campaigns advising women not to play Russian Roulette with their bodies.

How do you feel about being told not to play Russian Roulette with your body? Is it better to be safe than sorry?

“It’s Just Not About Physical Sex, the Genital to Genital Fucking.”

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From our screening at American University on September 24:

“It’s about love. And if it’s not about love, it’s about genuine passion and it doesn’t even have to be sexual passion. I mean it’s just not about physical sex, the genital to genital fucking. No, get to know me. Likely if I’m with you and I haven’t willfully left yet then I want to know you and I want you to get to know me. That way maybe we could form the relationship where we both feel completely comfortable with what we’re doing, and we could take it somewhere awesome from there. Because even if it’s just sex it’s not really just physical sex because we have this awesome, comfortable, honest connection. It could be genuine fun. I think we should try it.” – Sara Kokkelenberg

And here’s our Flickr set with all our photos from American. (See yours? Leave a comment on Flickr, and we’ll post it to the blog here.)

I Was The Grrl du Jour

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I am an unusual breed: vibrant, youthful, fun, an activist who leads a regularly crazy college life and still attends every meeting. I am seen not as a prototypical “feminist,” but as an empowered young woman who simply plays like the boys. And I always have been a crier.

“Carmen, don’t do this. When I think feminism I think of you. Don’t be upset about a guy.”

“Carmen, you’re so much better than this. This isn’t you.”

I was the strong-willed, seemingly indestructible girl in the crowd, running down the stairs, throwing her things, and demanding to leave. But I was a feminist! I was sneering about activism minutes before he sent me home in tears and woke up worried that every sign I’d ever held up at a protest or a march was invalidated. I told myself it was me I was disappointed in, for sitting on follow-up semicolons, for keeping him in my bed until morning and sending him home with “no problem, anytime,” for waiting and waiting on the weekend only to end up humiliated.

It was hard to accept a loss of control and sort out where it went wrong. All I knew were his Greek letters and the address of a house where I’d once smeared war paint on my face; I knew his basement a little better than I knew him, an empty wooden room filled with solo cups overflowing. I didn’t want to think about it anymore, about the laced fingers and waking up under that blanket, the way we didn’t know how to say goodbye. I hated “what if,” and I wouldn’t let myself think the forbidden “what if I just wasn’t good enough?”

What bothers me isn’t the dismissive tone, the regrettable conditions, the blank stares and silenced hellos. (“Not worth your time” are the most insufferable words in the English language; if he sucked so much, why didn’t I realize it?) I am disappointed not because I am insecure; not because I just needed him to like me, or call me, or even give a shit about me; but because I am too independent, too self-assured to not be angry that he disguised himself in those dorky glasses and let me think I was more than the grrl du jour, more than a convenient exit, angry that he listened to my naiveté without a nod of acknowledgment, angry that now it’s as if nothing happened.

THE LINE is about building a world where people are free to be sexual beings without being used or mistreated. Hookup culture disempowers even its bravest soldiers with “dude, I’m gettin’ some tonight;” even when women play the game, we’re expected to obey someone else’s rules. I’m disappointed because I deserve better than exploring my sexuality within a system that silences its worth, and in the future I’m not going to be stuck playing by disrespectful guidelines I didn’t author.

So yes, feminists can cry. And we can be disappointed, and upset- over anything we so care to be upset about. And the next time you see your local activista falling apart in the basement, you can be sure that it’s nothing short than a public display of the power of disempowerment.

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