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Say a man has a baseball obsession. So he begs a boy to come play a game with him. The boy is bored, thinks, what the hell, goes along. Maybe he doesn't like it, and says, No thanks, think I'll stick to marbles. Maybe he likes it, and wouldn't mind another game. The problem is we've put sex into an entirely separate category of experience. Obviously it's got a bit more razzle-dazzle than most human activities, but it's still part of the general rub. Modern child-abuse beliefs are frankly supernatural. Where exactly should the line be drawn? A ruffle of the hair? An adjustment of the baseball glove? A shoulder-massage? A kiss? A hug? A bottom-rub, known to be so soothing and calming? All of these have to be off-limits according to today's dogma, because there's a sexual component in all touching. Anti-sex is anti-life, which suits us right down to our mangy cleats. |