Should Fantasies Be "PC"?

Beth, my central character in Asking for Trouble, is a woman exploring her taste for sleaze, danger, submission and humiliation. Ilya is the enigmatic stranger she's newly involved with. She confesses her fantasies to him: "I just like picturing things where I'm being used, objectified, degraded, that kind of stuff. It's liberating. I'm in someone else's hands. I'm not being me."

Once upon a time, academics wrote about Black Lace books and the new phenomenon of women writing porn. One academic, analysing Asking for Trouble, quoted the above dialogue and said, "So once again then, we see in the woman who liberates her sexuality and embraces eroticism the simultaneous flight from selfhood."

Guh? Flight from selfhood? Isn't half the point of sex the way in which we can transcend ourselves? (What's the other half? Someone remind me? Oh yes: cock.) In Split, my spooky puppets and bondage novel, I explore what submission and degradation mean a little bit more. Kate is falling in love with Jake, the strange and beautiful curator of an isolated puppet museum in the Yorkshire Moors. She's gradually coming to understand how the power imbalance of their sexual relationship fulfils her:

He breaks me down, strips me of inhibitions and when I've sobbed and climaxed until I don't know who I am, he wraps me in his arms, so soft and tender.

Do I sound like a masochist? I don't feel like one. The point isn't the pain and I don't suffer. Or rather, I go beyond suffering and into a new space. If I could get there without it hurting, I would. I think that's why I like it when Jake calls me "slut" and makes me feel bad. It takes me there, helps me lose myself … and it's as if I'm in a nothing space, floating. I am so free there.

It's such a feeling to be free of yourself. I didn't understand it at first. I think it scared me but I'm getting to know and understand it. I'm coming to realise that I want this not because I'm worthless and I must suffer. It's because I'm human and life's tough. Letting go is so powerful. Surrender transforms me. I adore oblivion.

Kate, like Beth, is a woman conflicted about her sexuality. I think this is true of a lot of people whose kinks are on the dark side, and I think this is OK. We hear a lot about "sex positivity" and having a "healthy" attitude; and while I applaud the sentiment it leaves me feeling a tad uncomfortable. It seems so neat, clean and tidy, and leaves little space for angst or doubt. Where we want to go and what we want to do or be done to us can be disturbing, terrifying, upsetting and exciting. It's pleasure but not as they know it. Accepting conflict and contradiction is a significant part of accepting our messy sexual selves. I'm sure "sex positive" was originally meant to encompass this but it's easily miscast to imply unproblematic happy-jolly-fucky sex. It can make me feel dirty, and not in a good way.

I like brutes and bullies with a nice line in contempt. I like back alleys, seediness and squalor. I like scary scenarios that make my heart beat faster. All these things break down the ego and strip away the veneer of the civilised self. And when you're without that constructed identity, when your dignity and self-respect have been put on hold, then boundaries shift, inhibitions are lost. If anything, those who like to indulge in being broken down need to have a very secure sense of self. They must be continually piecing themselves back together again afterwards.

I imagine a scene. To some eyes, it may look like a woman on her knees in a crack den, sobbing in shame with her hair full of piss, being mocked by a couple of thugs. But for plenty of people, suffering and degradation is intensely erotic. It's the pleasure of unpleasure, of being split between yes and no. I like it there. I'm comfortable. The scented candles can go hang!

The essay was first published on the Lust Bites blog. Read more from Kristina Lloyd on her website: http://kristinalloyd.wordpress.com.