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CS Lewis and spanking: there’s a scene in the CS Lewis series about “the silent planet” where the lesbian security official in this materialistic quasi-Fabian scientific research establishment that has learned to talk to the Devil through technology captures the hero’s girlfriend, ties her up, and burns her with cigarettes. I’ve written things like that myself—though cigarettes are a little sadistic for my tastes—and I’ve also written pastiches of The Story of O. The problem I have with Lewis in this regard is the hypocrisy.


What he sells these novels as is “wholesome Christian morality tales” about how Christ will win not the forces of science and technology. Yet he’s also put, in true prurient style, a little sexy sadistic lesbo action in—which you’re meant to get off on, to have a surreptitious wank to. At the same time, you’re meant to say, in line with the Christian rejection of sex, “How frightful, how simply awful—those beastly Satanists”.


And that just adds to the sexual frisson, because you’re doing something naughty—so bad, so wicked—but you are doing it. Now you feel bad, but you also feel good—this is the “velvety sensuousness” of Christianity that Nietzsche complained about, its repressed sexuality that terminates in hypocrisy. It’s like that Catholic priest I talked to who blatantly wanted to spank little boys—like the Church of England vicar he complained about had actually done.


I mean, if you want to tie Claudia to the desk, raise her skirt, pull down her panties, and spank her with a cane (perhaps insert a dildo along the way), why not just say that’s what you want? Why do we have to this hypocritical pretence that when you have “Isla of the SS” tie up your girlfriend and burn her with cigarettes that somehow “it’s a wholesome and salutary lesson about the dangers of scientism and materialism”? Bullshit. It’s clever pornography that masquerades as didacticism and derives erotic satisfaction from the “badness”.


Jesus was against hypocrisy. If you’re going to write wholesome stories for all the family, write wholesome stories for all the family—if you want to write sadistic lesbo porno action, write sadistic lesbo porno action. But don’t tell me that your sadistic lesbo prono action is *really* some attempt to “warn mankind” about the “perils of science and materialism” (real as they are). You’re getting off on it—getting off on pretending you don’t get off on it.


“Tell me, my child, how many times have you committed the sin of self-pollution this week?” (he says, gently rubbing his finger round and round on the top of his hand to sublimate his sexual desire for the pert little boy in the confessional).


This sadistic streak runs through all Lewis—even Narnia, which I like. It’s because he was a total atheist, he was just one of these tiresome moralists who’s really into being “a good boy”. He just decided to believe in it—what he really thought was in line with Lucretius, who turned him atheist in the first place. He just decided to deny it—or perhaps it’s because, as the pagans said, the Christians are atheists who deny the gods (then end up denying “the one God”).


It’s why Lewis married a Jewish Communist and adopted her son. He remained single and celibate for years. Sterile moralist—masochistic quasi-sexual pleasure in self-sacrifice.


When he comes to the bit in the Bible where Jesus said he’d come back in the same generation as those there present Lewis just says it’s the most difficult bit in the Bible. Why not just accept Jesus was wrong? It’s “difficult” because what Jesus said was wrong. It’s not hard, unless you’re a believer who just bulldozes over reality because you want to be “good, moral, superior” (and give the choirboys a good spank with a wet towel).


You notice that JRR Tolkien, who was basically a pagan, actually had his own children and didn’t go into endless ecstasies of moralism and its attendant sadism (yes, he’s nominally Catholic—but there’s zero Christian content in LotR; and Christians have to twist it to get a Christian interpretation).


Tolkien had none of these weird hang-ups which are evident in Lewis—like when in Narnia the girls are “ruined” by lipstick (you can’t go back to Narnia now, you’re a whore). But, you know, he liked a bit of lesbo action at the same time—because it feels so good to be bad (“Ooh, matron, take me away!”).


And it is just like a Carry On film, with that insane manic energy from Kenneth Williams, who was totally hysterical because he was a homosexual who, due to Christian indoctrination, wouldn’t just get on with it and fuck a man. I mean, yes, it’s a perversion but that’s what they’re like—I don’t want to make a religion of it, but these twisted psyches Christianity turns out who deny what they are constitute hypocrisy.


I think if you want to tie women up and spank them that’s fine. But don’t tell me that you’re an “asexual Christian and totally wholesome” and then include blatant erotic content where we’re meant to go “oh no, how terrible—her panties fell down and now she’s going to hell, what shall we do? The horror, the horror”. Such hypocrisy. If you’re going to write Famous Five, write Famous Five—with lashings of ginger beer, not just lashings.


And they’re all like that—especially the Protestants. They hate everything fun and joyful but then do it anyway and say terrible, terrible as they do it. Tolkien was a Catholic and they’re somewhat less bad, due to the aristocratic element in Catholicism, but they’re still pretty bad (and let their priests rape children, then cover it up, and say “we can’t do anything, we can’t leave the Church because it’s the only way to save your soul”—bullshit; in actuality, you don’t give a shit, you’re fine with it).

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