Tuppy Owens, who sounds like a Rubbermaid spokeswoman from the 60s, “started the Outsiders Club in 1979 for disabled men and women to gain confidence and find partners”.
Cool, right?
However, it was not all sunshine and wheelchair-accessible nookie.
Feminists immediately started attacking me, accusing me of encouraging disabled men to be “as disgusting as other men”. I can remember them sitting in the front row at conferences I spoke at, hurling abuse. I chose to ignore them.
By empowering the disabled to explore themselves sexually (a line I never thought I’d write), Owens was shouted down by feminists.
Owens eventually joined Feminists Against Censorship, and was asked to contribute a chapter to their book:
I wrote it from the heart. Midway through, I expressed my concern with what was happening a great deal at the time (late 80′s, early 90′s) when women felt their genitals were rather like a trophy which would be shared only in very special circumstances. I watched women swagger around as if they held this precious object between their legs, not to be shared. “Where had the generosity gone? How sad it was for disabled men who would never live up to the required standards, and never get to taste their delicious pussies and share their pleasures.”
Or something like that. Well, this paragraph was censored out, and I declared “I’ve been censored by Feminists Against Censorship!”.
This was judged “censored material”, despite the fact the name of the book is “Tales from the Clit”.
It just goes to show that feminism is not about sexual liberation…it’s about sexual control. It’s not about femininity…it’s about emasculating males and masculating females.
