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Today’s Aberrant Sexual Politics, in the Light of the Sexual Revolution of the 1960s, in the Light of Revolutions in General

by Harley Price
May 30, 2022

Publisher’s Note: Harley Price, author of the latest FGF book, Give Speech a Chance: Heretical Essays on What You Can’t Say or Even Think, will be speaking at the annual conference of the Academy of Philosophy and Letters on June 3.
The theme of the conference is “After Disorder: Looking Backward to Move Forward.” His remarks, which are extracted from an essay in his book, can be read below.

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Give Speech A Chance: Essays on What You Can’t Say or Even Think — We flatter ourselves that we are very sophisticated about sex, but that sophistication is at most a technical one. One hears parents boasting, ironically, that their teenagers know more about the birds and the bees than they ever did when they were young.

Historically, the Sexual Revolution has ushered in an era of unprecedented ignorance about the deeper moral and philosophical meaning of human sexuality.

What these proud parents really mean is that their children now have more experience with sex, not that they have any deeper understanding of what has, until recently, always been regarded as a mystery. As Dr. Johnson has said, “Vulgar and inactive minds confound familiarity with knowledge.” In spite of the word’s etymology, one doesn’t require experience with something to be an expert. The best expert on drowning is the man who can swim; the man with too much experience of it will have nothing to say on the subject.

Today, our casual and routine familiarity with sex has bred a kind of childlike innocence about it. In pagan antiquity, Eros was feared and respected as a capricious and omnipotent daimon (as Socrates describes him in the Symposium). It was not until the Renaissance that he metamorphosed into the cuddly putto with whom we are still familiar from Valentine’s cards. But even in the Renaissance, everyone knew that Cupid’s innocence was a sentimental snare. With all our supposed modern skepticism, we tend to take Eros and the erotic at face value.

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Historically, the Sexual Revolution has ushered in an era of unprecedented ignorance about the deeper moral and philosophical meaning of human sexuality. Social revolutions are almost always intellectually beggaring in this way, insofar as they require that revolutionary societies unlearn the accumulated moral and social wisdom of the immemorial civilization that preceded them. The essential fact about revolutions is that they revolve; they roll back the wheel of human progress to the point that they are sometimes forced to reinvent the wheel.

The Sexual Revolution’s intoxicating poetry of “freedom” and “liberation,” while the wonted historical language of revolution, ought to strike us in retrospect as at least paradoxical, if not positively Orwellian. One remembers that the serial imposition around the world of Marxist tyrannies by the Soviet military was also described as movements of national “liberation.” One recalls too that contemporary with the Sexual Revolution, the Civil Rights Movement in the United States appropriated the language and imagery of the Exodus, when Moses shepherded the Israelites out of bondage in Egypt to freedom in the Promised Land. But whatever it was, it is hard to describe the condition in which mankind languished for all those millennia before we were delivered by our sexual emancipators as slavery, not to mention the place to which they have taken us as the Promised Land. Forty long years in the wilderness is probably an optimistic description of life in America since Woodstock and Roe v. Wade.

The Sexual Revolution’s intoxicating poetry of “freedom” and “liberation,” while the wonted historical language of revolution, ought to strike us in retrospect as at least paradoxical, if not positively Orwellian.

Liberated from what, exactly? I doubt that Americans or Europeans on the eve of the Summer of Love felt themselves sexually enslaved. Those who promised emancipation were hardly responding to the seething discontent of ordinary folk who woke up in 1969 and could no longer tolerate laboring for one more day in the pharaonic brickyards of conventional courtship and marriage. Whatever grinding servitude from which it affected to deliver mankind, the Sexual Revolution had nothing in common with the popular peasant and proletarian revolts of the early twentieth and previous centuries. Even accounting for the rhetorical hyperbole of revolutionary propaganda, its prophets could never have brought themselves to say, except as a winking pun, “Chaste and abstinent of the world unite; you have nothing to lose but your chains.”

All populist political revolutions are to some extent aristocratically conceived and driven, but the Sexual Revolution was surely the most top-heavy amongst them. Its exponents were a tiny intellectual and economic elite of moral bolshevists who had tasted the forbidden fruit of sexual “freedom” and were avid to democratize the pleasure. “Free love” (as old as Caligula’s Rome, in fact) had always worked for them, inasmuch as they could afford to arrange for discreet abortions, or set up their mistresses in convenient pieds à terre, while packing off any illegitimate offspring to boarding schools. Free love still works in this way for the rich and famous: bored hotel heiresses, Hollywood stars and starlets, overpaid rock musicians and athletes, New World aristocrats like the Kennedys, French and Italian politicians, American presidents who mistake the Oval Office for the Playboy Mansion. It hasn’t worked out quite so well for the urban black underclass.

After the dismal track record of revolution in the first half of the twentieth century — with its gulags, re-education camps, purges, and mass murder-one might have thought that when the sexual liberators came along at the end of the Sixties to offer us another one, we would have said, No thanks. But insurrection was then in the air, and there’s nothing that a freethinker can resist less than the coquettish lowing of the herd of independent minds. In retrospect, what strikes one most about the heroic non-conformity of the Sixties revolutionaries was their pusillanimous conformism. It should have struck us right away: non-conformists do not generally wear uniforms. Genuine dissidents risk ostracism, opprobrium, and jail; but no one advocating the joys of free love was incommoded in the least on account of his brave new ideas. Neither Playboy nor Hustler had their offices raided or their presses shut down. The smashers of sexual taboos were never forced to circulate their manifestoes in samizdat copies cranked out on old mimeograph machines in dingy garrets. The heroism of the sexual rebels was, in short, a completely danger-less heroism. A Christian is at greater peril today of being hauled up before the authorities for calling sodomy a sin than anyone in the Sixties would have been for openly practising it.

Forty long years in the wilderness is probably an optimistic description of life in America since Woodstock and Roe v. Wade.

No one denies that something radically new was fecundated in the mud of Woodstock. Taking their cues from the Orwellian discourse of revolution, the sexual rebels prettified lust as love. For all of their iconoclasm, they lacked the courage to forgo such a sentimental and bourgeois evasion. Under love’s sweet auspices, they rehabilitated into a virtue what had always been regarded by men of self-reflection as either a resistible human frailty or a feral vice.

It was the ethical first principle of the Sexual Revolution that sexual pleasure is in itself a human desideratum, and from it have followed all of the arguments of our age in defense of universal contraception, unrestricted abortion, and homosexuality.

It was the ethical first principle of the Sexual Revolution that sexual pleasure is in itself a human desideratum, and from it have followed all of the arguments of our age in defense of universal contraception, unrestricted abortion, and homosexuality.

Leaving aside its disastrous social and economic consequences, there is little evidence that in pursuit of his sexual destiny mankind has finally achieved eudaimonia, or that the release of our pent-up libido has inseminated any great cultural or intellectual flowering. One would have expected that the Sexual Revolution would inaugurate a renaissance in erotic poetry, but it has produced nothing to compare with the Song of Songs, Catullus, the trouveres, the medieval courtly romances, or the sonnet sequences of the Renaissance, nor does today’s pornography approach the artistry of anything penned or painted through the centuries of Christian rectitude and Victorian prudery — a persuasive enough argument for sexual restraint, if only on aesthetic grounds.

In music, we had the Seventies disco beat to grind by; and a good deal of what comes out of the mass-market fashion houses, advertising offices, and film and TV studios today can only be described as pornography-lite, whose effect is to keep the populace in a permanent state of semi-arousal, ready at a moment’s notice for intercourse as the ancient Spartans were ready for war, a pitiable condition akin to that of the herms that once marked the boundaries of ancient Roman fields or the Priapic statuary that adorned their gardens, with the exception that their raison d’être was to encourage fertility, whereas our chronic sexual readiness is usually barren.

Whatever grinding servitude from which it affected to deliver mankind, the Sexual Revolution had nothing in common with the popular peasant and proletarian revolts of the early twentieth and previous centuries.

If the rapture of sex is a human telos, then, of course, restraint and self-mastery are no longer virtues; on the contrary, restraint is “repression.” How risible such an idea would have been considered by our ancestors, for whom, until fifty years ago, self-mastery was the defining virtue of man.

It is one of the longest-running topoi in literary and philosophical history that what distinguishes man from the beasts, and defines his essential human nature, is his rational soul. The exercise of his human freedom and realization of his essential self depend upon right reason, directing an active will in pursuit of the good, rather than passively succumbing to involuntary biological instincts and animal appetites. The latter is the opposite of liberty; it is slavery (another ancient topos). And the enslavement of the rational spirit to the animal passions effectively denatures man, degrading him ontologically to a rank on the chain of being lower than he was born to. The cult of sexual passion is, on this order, precisely the forfeiture of man’s birthright: not self-discovery, but self-abnegation.

After the dismal track record of revolution in the first half of the twentieth century — with its gulags, re-education camps, purges, and mass murder — one might have thought that when the sexual liberators came along at the end of the Sixties to offer us another one, we would have said, No thanks. But insurrection was then in the air…

Many of the critics of the Sexual Revolution have described its philosophy as “neo-paganism,” but this is an insult to paleo-paganism. None of the ancient pagans with whom I am familiar encouraged the indulgence of carnal desire, not even Epicurus, who regarded inordinate bodily pleasure as contemptible, and almost certain to render its subject liable to even greater pain. Classical mythology is a repository of admonitory tales warning of the folly and peril of subordinating reason to sensuality, adulterous passion above all. Greek mythology veritably begins with Paris’ world-destroying lust for Helen, which re-asserts itself in Achilles’ irresponsible lust for Briseis and Patroclus, and Odysseus’ idle lust for Calypso. Virgil answers Homer with Dido’s maniacal lust for Aeneas, while Apollonius of Rhodes relates the tragedy of Medea’s demonic lust for Jason. Ovid retails the mutilating lust of Tereus for Philomela, the degrading, feral lust of Apollo for Daphne, the homicidal lust of Venus for Adonis, the unnatural lust of Pasiphae for her beautiful bull, the family-wrecking lust of Phaedra for Hippolytus, the auto-erotic lust of Narcissus for himself, the deranged lust of Pygmalion for a statue, and the demeaning lust of Jupiter for practically every man and woman else. Ovid also mercilessly ridicules the emasculating lust of Mars caught in the net of Vulcan with Venus (the decisive riposte to the Sixties slogan, “Make love, not war”).

Genuine dissidents risk ostracism, opprobrium, and jail; but no one advocating the joys of free love was incommoded in the least on account of his brave new ideas.

It was hardly the Church, then, that invented the enmity between the spirit and the flesh; that enmity has been experienced by every human person who has ever achieved consciousness. The revolutionaries of the Sixties, on the other hand, seem hardly to be aware that body and soul are different human principles, having different loyalties and ends. It is one thing when materialists deny the possibility of a metaphysical proposition such as the soul; it is rather another when they deny even the plain empirical evidence for the existence of divergent human tendencies and aspirations.

Many of the critics of the Sexual Revolution have described its philosophy as “neo-paganism,” but this is an insult to paleo-paganism.

For all its heroic pretensions, the morality of the Sexual Revolution was a singularly submissive and regressive one, as if men were doomed by fate never to move beyond their animal ancestry; or, rather, as if men were positively called to return to it. This takes respect for tradition well beyond anything a progressive thinker would normally dare to entertain.

The cult of sexual passion is … precisely the forfeiture of man’s birthright: not self-discovery, but self-abnegation.

The reductive modern definition of what is “natural” is part of the problem. Long before Darwin, the ancient Platonists and Stoics understood well enough that man inherits from nature his carnal and biological appetites; but they recognized other spiritual factors that were no less a part of his birthright, all the more so, in fact, because inherited from that higher and universal Nature that suffuses and rationally governs the cosmos.

Two millennia later, Milton still remembers this opposition in Paradise Lost, when the fallen Adam, gazing upon the amorous dalliances enjoyed by the generation before the Flood, imagines that “here Nature seems fulfill’d in all her ends.” To which Michael replies:

          Judge not what is best
          By pleasure, though to Nature seeming meet,
          Created as thou art, to nobler end
          Holy and pure, conformity divine.

Commenting earlier on the same scene, Michael invokes man’s higher Nature explicitly:

          Thir Maker’s Image…then
          Forsook them, when themselves they vilifi’d
          To serve ungovern’d appetite, and took
          His Image whom they served, a brutish vice…
          Disfiguring not God’s likeness, but their own,
          Or if his likeness, by themselves defac’t
          While they pervert pure Nature’s healthful rules
          To loathsome sickness…

It was hardly the Church that invented the enmity between the spirit and the flesh; that enmity has been experienced by every human person who has ever achieved consciousness.

Rousseau, Darwin, and Freud have by now effectively defenestrated the higher Nature, and convinced us to seek our authentic selves in the lower. Accepting this reductive and one-sided definition of man, many now find suspect and dispensable all of the moral norms and social institutions of a supposedly artificial and merely customary civilization (even though they were “selected” after millennia of adaption and perfection by a process precisely analogical to that of Darwinian evolution).

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They are like the rambler whom Chesterton imagines happening upon a fence in an open field; not seeing the use for it, he determines to tear it down. But it is only the man, as Chesterton admonishes, who, seeing the use of a thing, is in any position to recommend its removal. Those who equate man’s end with sexual pleasure see no use for moral fences; they seem completely oblivious, besides, of the fact that the greatest poets and sages throughout Western history could hardly imagine life — at least, not human life — without them.

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This essay is extracted from "Reflections on the Sexual Revolution", one of 46 articles in Give Speech a Chance: Heretical Essays on What You Can’t Say or Even Think by Harley Price.

Harley Price has taught courses on literature, philosophy, and religion at the University of Toronto, Tyndale University College, and the University of Toronto’s School of Continuing Studies from the academically novel perspective that the great writers and thinkers of the Western Tradition, from Homer to Milton, Plato to Pico, have something to teach us.

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