In Victorian times, did men and women reach orgasm more quickly because every single interaction with somebody of the opposite gender had foreplay inherently baked into it? If just speaking with somebody of the opposite gender (and forgive me, the moment, for simply discussing heterosexual matters since those were major concerns of the time (these parenthetical digressions threaten to get completely out of control because I must now point out that, yes, homosexual behavior was also a concern but in a quite different way. Society's constructs had been built around the concern that men and women might fuck; the background notion that homosexuality was evil and perverse meant that people, on average, would simply assume it's not happening (or if they did assume it was happening, perhaps resort to denial before belief. Whereas if they assumed a man and woman were fucking, it would be a scandal addressed (shocking revelation: I'm not historian. I'm just a middle-aged English lit major. So anything I think I know derives from reading fictional accounts from people like George Eliot or Oscar Wilde or Chuck Dickens))) was something that needed seven different chaperones, can you imagine the sexual tension when there were only six chaperones in the room?! How many trousers were stiff from pre-ejaculate nearly coursing out of the throbbing penis of a suitor, or how many women's drawers were later handed to a chambermaid later that night, sopping and moist?
You see what I'm getting at, right? If every assumption of your society is that men and women are going to fuck if somebody looks away for even half a second then every single interaction is dripping with literal love juice. Imagine that being your existence and then you finally get to touch! Your genitals would explode from just touching fingertips! Then imagine kissing?! You'd be comatose for a week from the power of the orgasm. Just imagine how many times you had to actually fuck before the penis was all the way inside the vagina without both partners exhausted from the sexual pleasure! No wonder somebody like Don Juan would have been so fascinating. Imagine a man who could get his penis all the way inside a woman and last for three whole pumps! *SWOON*
The best part about being an idiot on the Internet is that I can speculate on stuff like this and when people say things like, "You're an idiot!", I can answer, "I know!"
Anyway, I bring this up because this section begins with a description of the first time Roger made Jessica cum (normally I like to use "come" as the verb and "cum" as the noun describing the liquid results of coming. But sometimes I just think "Stop being so intellectual about dick and vag emissions!"). He did it by just grabbing her wrist. Then later, she came twice before his penis ever entered her vagina. So it made me think, "Does this say something about Jessica or about society?" Then instead of discussing mid-20th Century sexual mores and how they might lead to a man and woman coming super fast, I decided to discuss Victorian Era orgasms because it seemed more interesting. Also it's further away from our society where men and women, by age 10 (probably), have already seen so much porn that they need to wack shit with heavy metal tools before they feel anything at all. I grew up between those two eras (70s and 80s) so I received a little bit of each. Porn was hard to come by in the 70s but with the advent of cable television, it got increasingly easier to at least see boobs. I feel bad for heterosexual women and gay men who grew up in that time because it was much, much harder to get your hands on media with erect penises in. You know how lucky you had to be to find a hardcore sex magazine in the bushes of your local elementary school?! Well, it wasn't like winning the lottery because that's where everybody hid their porn. But it was still an exhausting search sometimes!
One of the points of the passage is to let the reader know that Roger Mexico is crazy in love with Jessica Swanlake. Take this passage about his jealousy of Jessica's long-time boyfriend Beaver:
"About Beaver, or Jeremy, as he is known to his mother, Roger tries not to think any more than he has to. Of course he agonizes over technical matters. She cannot possibly—can she?—be Doing the Same Things with Jeremy. Does Jeremy ever kiss her cunt, for example? Could that prig actually—does she reach around as they're fucking a-and slide a mischievous finger, his English rose, into Jeremy's asshole? Stop, stop this (but does she suck his cock? Has he ever had his habitually insolent face between her lovely buttocks?) no use, it's youthful folly time here and you're better off up at the Tivoli watching Maria Montez and Jon Hall, or looking for leopards or peccaries in Regents Park Zoo, and wondering if it'll rain before 4:30."
You see what I'm getting at, right? If every assumption of your society is that men and women are going to fuck if somebody looks away for even half a second then every single interaction is dripping with literal love juice. Imagine that being your existence and then you finally get to touch! Your genitals would explode from just touching fingertips! Then imagine kissing?! You'd be comatose for a week from the power of the orgasm. Just imagine how many times you had to actually fuck before the penis was all the way inside the vagina without both partners exhausted from the sexual pleasure! No wonder somebody like Don Juan would have been so fascinating. Imagine a man who could get his penis all the way inside a woman and last for three whole pumps! *SWOON*
The best part about being an idiot on the Internet is that I can speculate on stuff like this and when people say things like, "You're an idiot!", I can answer, "I know!"
Anyway, I bring this up because this section begins with a description of the first time Roger made Jessica cum (normally I like to use "come" as the verb and "cum" as the noun describing the liquid results of coming. But sometimes I just think "Stop being so intellectual about dick and vag emissions!"). He did it by just grabbing her wrist. Then later, she came twice before his penis ever entered her vagina. So it made me think, "Does this say something about Jessica or about society?" Then instead of discussing mid-20th Century sexual mores and how they might lead to a man and woman coming super fast, I decided to discuss Victorian Era orgasms because it seemed more interesting. Also it's further away from our society where men and women, by age 10 (probably), have already seen so much porn that they need to wack shit with heavy metal tools before they feel anything at all. I grew up between those two eras (70s and 80s) so I received a little bit of each. Porn was hard to come by in the 70s but with the advent of cable television, it got increasingly easier to at least see boobs. I feel bad for heterosexual women and gay men who grew up in that time because it was much, much harder to get your hands on media with erect penises in. You know how lucky you had to be to find a hardcore sex magazine in the bushes of your local elementary school?! Well, it wasn't like winning the lottery because that's where everybody hid their porn. But it was still an exhausting search sometimes!
One of the points of the passage is to let the reader know that Roger Mexico is crazy in love with Jessica Swanlake. Take this passage about his jealousy of Jessica's long-time boyfriend Beaver:
"About Beaver, or Jeremy, as he is known to his mother, Roger tries not to think any more than he has to. Of course he agonizes over technical matters. She cannot possibly—can she?—be Doing the Same Things with Jeremy. Does Jeremy ever kiss her cunt, for example? Could that prig actually—does she reach around as they're fucking a-and slide a mischievous finger, his English rose, into Jeremy's asshole? Stop, stop this (but does she suck his cock? Has he ever had his habitually insolent face between her lovely buttocks?) no use, it's youthful folly time here and you're better off up at the Tivoli watching Maria Montez and Jon Hall, or looking for leopards or peccaries in Regents Park Zoo, and wondering if it'll rain before 4:30."
One of the films of Maria Montez and Jon Hall.
The first section of this section is all Roger and his love and his pedestal built for Jessica. It's all optimism and the crush of new love and a world that only exists when the two of them are together, a world wholly outside of the war. It's also all sex and fantasy.
I'm going to split this section into multiple sections based on the page breaks because it's a long section and I'm prone to rambling.
I'm going to split this section into multiple sections based on the page breaks because it's a long section and I'm prone to rambling.
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