Remember? 1973? The Resurrection of Eve, the most elegantly arty (and frequently revived) porn epic to date? One panting-gasping-bongo-orchestrated reel to late, Frank is aghast by Eve's suddenly awakened passions, especially for black young males with jumbo sized prongs, "The way it used to be..." he starts to complain. And she tells him all. Everything. What's really coming down. The straight scoop from Evolutionary Central, in just three little words. "It's over Frank." As the film ends, porn has at last achieved a typical European static-ambiguity ending (right out of Polanski's Knife of War, in fact).
And Marilyn-Eve, fresh from her baptismal cleansing in 99 and 44/100ths pure Ivory, a true witch-initiate, spells out the next evolutionary mutation. The "search for apocalyptical orgasm" has triumphed-- the search which Mailer alone in "The White Negro" (1958) had defined as the vector of the Hip Revolution, before anybody else realized there was a Hip Revolution. Sexual Armageddon has arrived. We don't need Steinem to tell us that the Patriarchal Age is over. We don't need Alvin Toffler to remind us that the nuclear family has been fissioned along with the atom itself. We only need to look around to see that we are in the midst of the greatest bio-social upheaval since the Neolithic Revolution founded cities, created centralized goverment and domesticated humanity.
We are in the primitive, larval stages of the mutation. The chief cause of our accelerated changing, changing, changing, is the extension of our nervous systems through chemistry and technology (as Buckminster Fuller and Marshall McLuhan keep reminding us). Our culture is dramatically influenced by the fact that there are more scientists alive and engaged in research today than all previous generations added together. Sexuality (along with every other aspect of our culture) will be transformed more in the next thirty years than in the previous thirty thousand. (We will be mutating from gene-pool terrestrials to post-terrestrial singulairty, for instance, much more rapidly than most people realize).
And Marilyn-Eve, fresh from her baptismal cleansing in 99 and 44/100ths pure Ivory, a true witch-initiate, spells out the next evolutionary mutation. The "search for apocalyptical orgasm" has triumphed-- the search which Mailer alone in "The White Negro" (1958) had defined as the vector of the Hip Revolution, before anybody else realized there was a Hip Revolution. Sexual Armageddon has arrived. We don't need Steinem to tell us that the Patriarchal Age is over. We don't need Alvin Toffler to remind us that the nuclear family has been fissioned along with the atom itself. We only need to look around to see that we are in the midst of the greatest bio-social upheaval since the Neolithic Revolution founded cities, created centralized goverment and domesticated humanity.
We are in the primitive, larval stages of the mutation. The chief cause of our accelerated changing, changing, changing, is the extension of our nervous systems through chemistry and technology (as Buckminster Fuller and Marshall McLuhan keep reminding us). Our culture is dramatically influenced by the fact that there are more scientists alive and engaged in research today than all previous generations added together. Sexuality (along with every other aspect of our culture) will be transformed more in the next thirty years than in the previous thirty thousand. (We will be mutating from gene-pool terrestrials to post-terrestrial singulairty, for instance, much more rapidly than most people realize).
