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Perhaps the notorious title of Sperminator's hymn to homosociality, 'No Women Allowed', reveals a profound truth about the relational nature of gender which gabber manifests in a very concrete way; one way of archieving the asexualit/post-sexuality of jouissance - at least for a man - might be to push oneself into a hyper-phallic state in which there is simply no relation to femininity whatsoever. Where that relation no longer holds, masculinity as such might become meaningless. The difference between a hardcore mix and a Beethoven symphony is that in the former climax is never really reached. The mountain remains unclimbed, the woman un-fucked, it is phallomorphism, but phallomorphism wihtout the aim of mastery over woman. This is not nevessarily a good thing, and is perhaps reminiscent of the homosociality of facism. Collective jouissance is not necessarily a good thing; the philosopher Jean-Luc Nancy has suggested that the fascist logic of total immersion, of that communion which transforms constituent singularities into a homogenous mass, can be just as dangerous as the atomising logic of pure individualism. The absolute musical simplicity of gabber, its military regularity, its sheer lack of space, all tend to induce a crowd experience in which all difference is erased. Such totalitarianism is by definition one of the possible consequences of a collective pursiot of ego-loss; this experience is always dependent on its specific modes and contexts. Breaking down our egos might be just as likely to turn us into something worse as something better. This is not necessarily to say that this is any more likely at a gabber rave than anywhere else.
Jeremy Gilbert, Ewan Pearson: Discographies: Dance, Music, Culture and the Politics of Sound, 2002 p. 95-96
Beers, Portia: WHAT MAKES MEN TICK Aldus Books, London, 1972.
via the Monkey’s Paw
You do not understand how much I love reading men’s studies books from freaking decades ago (this one is from 1999)
(this is the first page of the preface also, right to the point)
A lot of men’s studies books that I’m reading are from the early 90s, and they write about fragile masculinity and male anxieties about feminism and the Gays™ threatening the very CONCEPT of masculinity itself, and I just wanna hug those poor anxious souls and tell them that it’s gonna be alright xD
so I’m working on a comic strip about masculinity and the phallocentric system and I just needed to share this wonderful face I drew with you guys xD
With so much research showing that young males suffer beneath the gravity of conventional masculinity, why isn’t there more help for them on campus?
“With so much research showing that young men suffer beneath the gravity of conventional masculinity, men’s studies is gaining validation as a field of its own, not just a subset of women’s studies.”