Effeminate guys were all around in the 1970’s.
From a very young age I can remember TV shows were rife with effeminate men. The spectacle of Marc Bolan gyrating around the stage in pink silk trousers that showed the form of his penis was a familiar image on children’s television. This vision was glamorous and (apart from the contours of his cock) non-threatening. I grew up learning to love the look of such men- the way they moved and personified confidence; almost as if they were defying traditional sexual boundaries, but doing it in an incredibly sexy way.
As a teenager I discovered the Rocky Horror Picture Show. What joy was mine. Too young to have seen Tim Curry in the theatre production I acquired the film and the LP record. Whenever possible I would watch or listen to it. Tim looked and sounded like a sex-god. In my opinion the casting was a moment of genius. It can’t have been easy to find a guy who was man enough to convince straight gals like me that he would fuck us, yet gay enough for the homosexuals to know what he really was.
But what led to this strange era when men were steering into the androgynous zone?
In the 70’s social engineering;
use of centralized planning in an attempt to manage social change and regulate the future development and behaviour of a society;
was in play- the purposeful manipulation of men and women with the clear intent of destroying the independent family unit. The lynchpin of this endeavour was the pitting of man against woman and woman against man. No longer did husband and wife join together for the common good of humanity. Social engineering moguls pushed their agenda of family destruction heavily. Intent on convincing everyone that female and male were indistinguishable – a calculated denial of the true and wonderful differences between the two sexes. Neither better than the other, diverging, not uniform. The programme of destruction included:
- Heavily promoting “groundbreaking” books such as the Female Eunuch:
- Encouraging feminists to radicalize:
- Romanticising cities such as San Francisco, with its massive gay population:
- Making sure a woman felt inadequate if she was “a stay at home mother” – therefore leading her to give up her right to look after, and influence her own children, to the state or private childcare system, and return to work:
- Advocating free love – whilst putting down monogamy:
- And lastly promoting the gender/bender, androgynous man that haunts my childhood and my world even today.
Considering the decades-long promotion of these ideas, it is clear that they were aimed at leading communities away from the nuclear family.
There were, of course, still some die hard traditionalists, refusing to be pulled into a new way of thinking. The Sun Newspaper was a great example of this, as the 70’s gave birth to the page three girl. The topless pin-up debuted in November 1970 and become a regular feature in 1972. Circulation boomed. One reason it was so successful was tbecause it put women back in their so called “place”. Depicting them as mere sex objects rather than as assertive and independent citizens of the new age. The popularity was obviously down to men buying the newspaper but equally, this required the cooperation of models to display their bare breasts to be photographed.
So, back to me…
I can’t help but think that my desires for camp men were enhanced by the trends from that time, as I grew up. Perhaps many women’s sexual preferences, from my generation, were also influenced. It may also be why so many females believe they want a sensitive, passive man (metro-sexual). These characteristics may have seemingly been depicted by the effeminate guys that adorned my youth, but I think these men were actually oozing sex appeal, and were probably not so submissive when it came to the bedroom.
Personally, I adore the sexiness of a certain type of camp male. But behind closed doors I want that very same man to take control of me physically and be demanding regarding his own sexual pleasure. On one occasion I was very fortunate in that my man dressed up like Frank N Furter from the Rocky Horror Show – for my pleasure. Then for his pleasure I submitted to his will and let him whip and face fuck me.
It’s an interesting point that I feel my man is an alpha male. This is backed up by the fact that he had the confidence to carry off such an outfit and was willing to because he knew his beloved woman desired it. He could do this because, as a true alpha male, he is secure within his sexuality and not threatened by social norms. As Nero pointed out in a blog comment – most males are quite happy for their lady to dress sexily for their pleasure, but would not return the favour, except perhaps to dress in an overtly male costume.
Today I still watch the beautiful Mr Bolan on video and revel in his charms. I will always be more turned on by the more effeminate male than the patently masculine type. I can write about the possible reasons all day long, but perhaps it’s just the way I am. It’s one of the things that “lights my candle”. After all, sexual behaviour is simply a matter of choice.