We have come a long way since 1960 when the censor’s dead hand was lifted off the D. H. Lawrence novel, Lady Chatterley’s Lover. I am not surprised that distinguished English author first considered calling his literary book Tenderness. The lovemaking between Lady Chatterley and her gamekeeper lover Oliver Mellors was sensitively portrayed. The language used was typically rustic without intending to shock.
Human congress is an expression of confidence in the future. Lovemaking symbolises the sun bursting at dawn, life eternal and the resurrection. Natural coition is the worship of nature; the elixir of life and the spiritual proof of perpetuity. The censors were right to lift the ban.
The dropping of the prohibition was a golden opportunity in literature to treat lovemaking as the most pure and noble of human experiences. Instead the floodgates opened to reduce this most precious of gifts, that of procreation, to the depths of degeneracy.
Pornography has turned lovemaking into a display of semi-violent crude sex. It is as far removed from romantic love as it is possible to be. The scenes portrayed are often perverted, depraved and in a graphic form similar to ancient visions of hell. Few can relate such activity to their own lives.
What happened to the inspiring nature of lovemaking; the quickened heart of love at first sight; a shy flowering of mutual attraction; the chemistry between two people we know exists but cannot fathom. Is the love that grows to a point where a partner’s life is more important than one’s own still recognised?
Pornography slammed its jackboot on the neck of mutual affection, togetherness, tenderness, shared spirits and ideals. Porn trampled on commitment, the concept of developing relationships through the most beautiful form of foreplay imaginable; the courting process. Pornography is to romance what pig swill is to food.
Censored is the romantic odyssey of mutual discovery, the trials, troubles, hopes, and disappointments of two people sharing one shadow. True lovemaking is a carnival of living for its purpose is life and giving. Conversely, pornography represents the death of spiritual and physical romance; pornography drives a stake through its life-giving purpose.
It wasn’t the removal of censorship that let loose the backed-up sewer of pornography that flooded over our lives. It was our inability to separate the highest form of romance from the most debauched and degenerate of sex.
Elizabeth Browning’s poem, ´How do I Love Thee´ remains Britain’s most loved romantic poem. If the word beginning with the letter L was replaced with another four letter word beginning with F would that poem and many other sonnets of pure love have survived for five minutes let alone hundreds of years?
That is the difference between animal rutting and romantic love. One lasts for a few minutes to leave a feeling of self-loathing and barrenness. Pure love lasts for centuries and leaves one with a sense of fulfilment. – Michael Walsh.