Some nerds were doing that thing where 40k fans are like “OH NO SEXZ IS HERESY!” when it’s pretty definitively not and is basically one of the only things in 40k that isn’t heretical (as long as you’re not doing evil slannesh shit) and it got me thinking about repression of sex under “in bad country regimes”.
And a whoooooooooooooooooooooooooole fucking thing in 1984 was how liberating and humanizing it was that the author’s grungy middle aged self-insert was boning a 19 year old member of the Junior Anti-Sex League, and, like… America has several thousand different Junior Anti-Sex League and I’m not sure if the USSR ever had any? Like, yeah, maybe they did, but under capitalism Americans have literally convinced themselves they’ll go to hell if they see a tiddy and the English famously just hate joy. So what the fuck was Orwell trying to critique with his “Junior Anti-Sex League” in spoooooky Stalinist England?
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RE: Orwell, he was a raging misogynist and I feel like 1984’s “defying an authoritarian regime’s aversion to sex by banging someone young enough to be my daughter” shit was just his barely concealed fetish. Also always worth remembering that a lot of his inspiration for Oceania actually came from his time as a colonial police officer in Burma (epic leftist moment) and was pure projection on his part.
‘Defying an authoritarian regime’ so hard that he helped the British Empire in fighting against his supposedly-fellow anarchists and against racial minority rights advocates and activists.
Oh definitely, I fucking hate Orwell, but it’s 100% how he saw himself lmao
I really want to write a fic where a military Sororitas chapter goes on leave on some poor, unsuspecting planet and everyone finds out that no, Sororitas are not sworn to chastity, but yes, they will try to set your priests on fire if their vestments are two inches too short. I think the combination of raw “We just got back from holy combat and we need to fuck” energy mixed with the turbo-nazi-fanaticism could be hilarious. Just the silliest stuff imaginable like a sister hearing a liturgy being played in the wrong key, jumping off a bewildered guy, and storming butt ass naked in to a chapel waving a flamer and yelling that she’s going to tune the organ and anyone who tries to stop her is getting cremated. Then just blissfully walking back to her confused lover’s room like nothing happened. Or holding sexual education courses for the miserably ignorant population where they explain the correct thirty minute long prayer to the emprah you’re supposed to recite before boning. Set things up to be super
and then have it just go bizarrely off the rails right before the hanky panky gets interesting.
“Shooting an Elephant” is just a weird ass read. I should go through it again.