As women, we need to examine
the ways in which our world can be truly different. I am speaking here
of the necessity for reassessing the quality of all the aspects of our
lives and of our work, and of how we move toward and through them.
The very word erotic comes from
the Greek word eros the personification of love in all its aspects -
born of Chaos, and personifying creative power and harmony. When I speak
of the erotic, then, I speak of it as an assertion of the life force
of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of
which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing,
our loving, our work, our lives.
There are frequent attempts to
equate pornography and eroticism, two diametrically opposed uses of
the sexual. Because of these attempts, it has become fashionable to
separate the spiritual (psychic and emotional) from the political, to
see them as contradictory or antithetical. "What do you mean, a
poetic revolutionary, a meditating gunrunner?" In the same way,
we have attempted to separate the spiritual and the erotic, thereby
reducing the spiritual to a world of flattened affect, a world of the
ascetic who aspires to feel nothing. But nothing is farther from the
truth. For the ascetic position is one of the highest fear, the gravest
immobility. The severe abstinence of the ascetic becomes the ruling
obsession. And it is one not of self-discipline but of self-abnegation.