Sadomasochism

Yep, they are buying it because it is a love story

Because men read Penthouse and Playboy for the articles, clearly women read Fifty Shades of Grey for the compelling love story:

It is a tale of erotic obsession so racy that fans know it as “mummy porn”.

Yet EL James has claimed that the extraordinary success of her Fifty Shades of Grey novels is down to old-fashioned romance rather than sex.

The trilogy has sold 31 million copies worldwide, overtaking Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and The Da Vinci Code in Britain, because it tells a simple love story, the author said.

However, James said she was unhappy that teenage girls are reading the books because the content is strictly adults-only.

The 49-year-old writer made a rare public appearance on Wednesday night to promote Fifty Shades of Grey: The Classical Album, a tie-in featuring music that “inspired” her writing and features in the books. It includes pieces by Chopin, Debussy and Rachmaninoff.

Her hero, brooding billionaire Christian Grey, plays classical piano when he is not seducing a young woman, Anastasia Steele, in a variety of sado-masochistic scenarios.

Asked if female readers were attracted by the adventurous bedroom scenes or the fantasy of dating a ludicrously rich man, James replied: “No, it’s the love story. Women like to read a passionate love story.

“There is sex but as the books go on the sex changes as the relationship changes. You see the evolution of it.”

Sure they are…we believe you.

What is it with Pams and sex?

WA Today

There is something about women called Pam and sex. This one is the other Pam, not the bogan one who failed at starting a brothel for women.

The article also has the worst headline ever, “Fifty Shades of Grey giving bondage a bad name”…Bondage has never had a good name:

The bestselling Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy by E.L. James has reportedly already sold up to 20 million copies worldwide. Having read the three novels in one sitting, I very much doubt it is the sex that did it. I found it boring, repetitive, and leads women to aspire to undesirable – and frankly unattainable – goals, such as simultaneous orgasm, which occurs between the protagonists most of the time.

But, most annoyingly, the story demonises BDSM – the term for the erotic style comprising bondage, domination, and sado-masochism – and those who enjoy it. The male protagonist, Christian Grey, is portrayed as a cold-hearted sexual predator with a dungeon (that word has been wisely swapped for ‘‘playroom’’), full of scary sex toys. Worst of all is the implication that his particular erotic style has developed because he is psychologically ‘‘sick’’.

Frankly, in BDSM terms, Grey is a lightweight.  Even novices, however, would know that his use of cable ties is a very bad idea (to avoid nerve-damage and scarring, soft, thick rope is de rigueur).

Grey’s lack of competency in his chosen erotic arena is most apparent, though, in the way he fails to assess his potential new submissive’s naivety. Experienced BDSM practitioners are acutely aware of the gulf between cognoscenti and others, and would not dream of terrifying a novice by bringing up such advanced techniques as fire, electricity and gynaecological play.

 

England’s dirty secret

Turns out it is dominatrixes:

It’s been described as England’s dirty secret, and was once the gleeful preserve of the most outré outings by tabloid newspapers: the visiting of a dominatrix. But the desire to be whipped into submission has arguably moved from seedy to high street, with an Ann Summers on every corner, “dominatrix chic” fashion editorials and pop hits such as Rihanna’s “S&M” offering a bubblegum take on bondage.

Kate Peters spent a couple of years photographing real dominatrixes, during which she began to realise how very common it is: “I would end up going a mile down the street, to a house with a converted dungeon in it.”

While not tempted herself, Peters has a broadly positive view on the BDSM (bondage, discipline, submission and masochism) scene.

“At one event, I put a drink down on a table and then realised it was a cage with a man inside. But the people all seemed comfortable – so it’s like, ‘Why not?’

“I actually thought it was nicer than going to a normal nightclub.”