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Sex has been regarded as the great cure-all for every ailment of the spirit. If it cannot cure it, at least it can anesthetize it temporarily in the choking fumes of oblivion. And, for the swinging suburbanites, there's a lot they wish to forget--or, at least, to put aside--until they will be able to work out a solution.


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Erotica in Exurbia
Sandor Siegel
This page copyright © 2009 Olympia Press.
INTRODUCTION
It has been said that Suburbia is a ghetto at the other end of society. And there might be some truth in this statement because Suburbia is an area where people live, or to be exact many areas, which embrace individuals of similar station in life and who share many beliefs and ideas and have common problems. Contrary to the usual ghettoes, the suburbanites are not forced to live within its boundaries, they are eager to do so. The people of other ghettoes had many limitations set to their conduct. They couldn't do things that other citizens were allowed to do. The inhabitants of the suburban ghetto can, and do, many things that others don't because suburbia is not only a place to live, but it is also a pattern of life as well as a way of being. Suburbia has no specific location, nor does it have a constant dimension or form, since the physical aspect of Suburbia, as well as its personality, and the pattern of its beat, change according to the region. Everything changes radically in Suburbia or is undergoing a deep transformation. Even its geographical shape which modifies its aspect constantly, like a living serpent, coiling its two pulsating rings around any important or even promising metropolis. And its presence has America swinging, because Suburbia is like a gigantic hula-hoop around the waist of every city. However, how are we going to measure the beat of suburbia if no one pin-points exactly where it is? So, for the sake of clarification, let us join the general agreement and say that it lies somewhere between the built-up put of the big city and the surrounding scattered farmland. The importance of suburbia lies mainly in the fact that the United Statesissuburban a nation. To those who may very well consult the statistics released by the SMSA and UA which clearly reveal that Americans have indeed been deserting both the metropolis and the farm in such extraordinary numbers that it is only logic to conclude that, even right now, we are a suburban nation. But those who consider the accuracy of those figures a debatable subject, need not even wait for a new census, nor any other means of demographical measurements more satisfying to their credibility. Only this they must take into consideration in order to realize the enormous importance that suburbia—and its suburbanites—have in the ways of life and the patterns of behavior of modern America: it is the natural habitant of the business executives. And there is no doubt that America is run by executives. The executives are the ones who set the pace of public opinion, through the mass media of communications; they are the ones who manufacture the products which actually determine our living. They judge, appraise, transform and shape the entire psychology, and thus, the entire behavior of a nation. And the executives, we all know, in their immense majority, belong to that race of new aristocrats, of privileged beings who, absurd as it may seem, have created a potentially dangerous neo-feudalism in the nation. The small kingdoms are now called corporations, ruled by a chairman (resemblance to the throne) who is surrounded by his court of executives who are the modern-day noblemen. This “corporation aristocracy” has found its natural habitant in fashionable Suburbia which, as a matter of fact, is tacitly accepted as a “royal status symbol.” That is the reason, the main reason, why we must be alert about any slight transformation which takes place in Suburbia, for it is certain that the people the “plebian others” would soon follow the trend or suffer from it.
The way in which a man lives, his views about the different elements which shape our lives are certainly to be reflected in his work, no matter what his occupation may be. Even the harvest of our scientists ingenuity yields only those gadgets and devices which are found necessary or useful by those who make the big decisions. For example, if the owner of a plant which manufactures canned food lives in an area where dogs are considered a pest and the neighbors are not allowed to have any pets in their homes, it is not very likely to see this plant open a line of canned dog-food, Whereas the one who lives in a pet-loving community, and he himself has a dog whom he has learned to like and sees with what loving care his neighbors feed their pets, would immediately try to find out if is so outside his place, because such a product could mean a big business. During the medieval feudal system, it is known that the clergy performed a coordinating service between the classes. It was a catalytic element in their relations with one another. While it prevented the peasant from cheating his noble lord, and hating him too much for his despotic powers, it also analyzed, the feelings and needs of the peasants and, under such light regulated the powers of the noble rulers, encouraging the systematic organization of work, the proportioned establishment of contributions and the fringe benefits that, according to the peasants' needs and emotions, the ruler had to grant in order to obtain peace, productivity and prosperity within his domain. In our modern feudalism, such a catalytic agent has already appeared in the person of the so-called “brain workers” who are already proliferating throughout the nation. This new breed of mental analysts are a critical new force in most states; a kind of technically-oriented modern clergy that coordinates all aspects of human activity in their most productive facet: at work. As the medieval clergy, the “brain workers” dwell among the subjects-employees of a corporation-royal court, but their conduct somehow didn't follow a pattern similar to that of the nobility, nor of the peasantry; although they carried out their activities among both classes, they didn't belong to any. They went along and coordinated and set the guidelines for many laws made and decisions taken. Yet, their loyalty didn't belong primarily to the court, since every one knew he had another court and another ruler, and even serving them, he wouldn't betray the kingdom, nor its inhabitants whose soul they were devoted to save. They were “soul-workers” and their lay-counterparts of the twentieth-century are “brain-workers,” human factors engineers, efficiency experts, personnel coordinators, etc. While they would never betray their company, their prime loyalty is given toefficiency. They are to revise, analyze and evaluate every working system as well as the basis upon which it stands, its validity and gross results. Then they are to program new methods and systems, based upon entirely new rationales which had been conceived following analytic-research and statistical findings. They can destroy any issue or policy, if it does not conform to that which gets their prime loyalty: their god, efficiency. Very much like the medieval clergy who would destroy any sign of heresy they could find, and even the king was subject to its faith-evaluating judgement, so are the new “efficiency experts” given the same powers of judgment and criticism. The effects of this new breed upon the working classes of our nation are soon to be seen and felt. Bigger changes are coming first, however through personal demands for a better way to live. They have studied the effects that the environmental stress has on people inside machine systems. So, countless of those “efficiency experts” have mastered all the aspects of the mental stress derived from long periods of commuting time, crowded environments and air pollution. The lucky possessors of such vital information, as a rule, are inveterate suburbanites. “An environment which,” they explain, “allows them to live and work without going ape under the pressure.” Within the blurred boundaries of fashionable suburbia live the nation's intellectual rulers, the educated pace-setters who dictate the latest trend in car styling and the new beverage there is to drink, as well as how should we now open it, from their lavish air-conditioned office in the
heart of the city. But also, in a non-official manner, they dictate the new patterns of behavior, the different forms of entertainment and living, as well as they establish the new moral codes, revised and transformed according to their statistical reasonment. It is logic that the new“intelligentsia” would have found that, although the average American, especially those with a higher income, are always with an eye fixed on the proper thing to do and say, if asked about moral standards, would instantly affirm their own public faith in the old-fashioned way. The truth is, no matter what they would state in public, that in private their views are infinitely more liberal. The people are rebelling; they are uneasy with the concepts of morality, and the effects of this restlessness threaten to rock the nation with a tidal wave of profound transformations. This is easy to understand in the typical executive who is engaged in a deadly fight for power, prosperity and status. In the “business battlefield,” he has to show always his best side, step with his best foot forward and —above all—keep up a display of moral qualities which wouldn't show any maculating flaw that could render him vulnerable to others, and therefore, totally useless to his company. Therefore, while he is in the city, he must behave constantly as if he were on a stage performing his drama of salesmanship. At all times, with everyone he meets, he must convince everyone, all the time, of his value and capacity. Here, he came with his family all the way out to the suburbs to escape —to take a break on the daily, constant performance, and relax the tense nerves, lowering his guard. Yet, what does he meets out there but the old “moral codes,” with an even more tacit restriction: togetherness. In the city, whenever those ancient codes were broken, and they were so, quite often, as one way like any other to “let out some steam,” the urban anonymity was like a protective cloak and a deterrent for the embarrassment of public exposure. Yet, there was always a risk of any untimely meeting, in any part of the city. Everybody lived in the city, after all, so everybody was a potential danger to the privacy of anyone who wished to challenge the validity of current morals by not complying with any of their regulations. Here, he and his family came all the way to the suburbs to escape, to flee from many of the detrimental aspects of urban living, but, mainly to end up with the mental and moral restraints of the city and start living as he saw fit. After all, suburbia represented a whole new life. The suburbanite has probed deepinsideown feelings, preferences and desires; and also has his directed his probing faroutsidehis familiarmilieuof emotions and has observed, analyzed and discussed the ideas an opinions of others who, like himself, questioned the validity of the old concepts of moral and the ancient codes of ethics; and decided to carry out a through revision of their motivations, justice and efficiency to prevent major problems and facilitate the way through the problematic of maturity to a more or less endurable situation. When they concluded that after evaluating the commands of tradition, they found that none of them would possibly be considered valid in our times, since they were established for the wrong reason, trying to favor only one sector of humanity and throughout the ages these patterns of behavior not only did not prevent any further trouble but indeedcreated a whole set of very serious ones, to the detriment of many, the suburbanite now feels he has “graduated” from the morality of his youth, and tries desperately to find a new one. In their efforts to create a dialectic which may be appropriate to this kind of problems, some of the most opinionated suburbanites can't help but reflect the same sort of confused, uneasy, ambiguity. “Suburban moral challengers represent people who have the most to lose by change of any kind. By living in Suburbia, it appears to them as if they 'had found the golden solution' to their old conflicts of moral impracticability, so they regard traditional codes simply as the understanding of the anacronic ways of alien people, who will continue believing it stands for everybody and will soothe all the wounds and not disturb anything until they are able to reconcile themselves with the transformation of a deeply-rooted system of ethics which they still find 'funny' to reject and which produces a most annoying sense of guilt in their sub-conscience whenever they deny it too vehemently.
A very curious complaint which has been heard very often among suburbanites is that the prosperous tycoons who usually dwell in elegant exurbia are perfectly willing to experiment with new sexual sensations, but insist in organizing all sex encounters with the same ethical and fiscal plane as they carry out their businesses. For years they have been conditioned to the terminology of the commercial world and sometimes these human computers conduct a gathering of sexual promiscuity exactly as they would manage a business transaction. For too many years they have been used to speaking too much about business and nothing about sex; actually they have gotten conditioned to thinking that there is only as way to carry out something successfully. After all, they used it in their businesses and itdidwork! The story of the suburban morality is the story of frustration; morals also break under the strain, and guilt is a very heavy element of burden. Many suburbanites feel guilty when they feel they cannot do what they Wish to do and still count on being regarded as moral men. There's parental guilt when they don't “keep up with the Joneses” specially because “the Joneses” have kids who are friends of their kids. There's also guilty when they can't devote much time to their children. There's plenty of guilt when they are too tired to respond to the wife's bold looks of frustration. Guilt seems to proliferate in suburbia; it travels back and forth on the train every day. Suburbanites are people who live constantly under pressure. The fear of failure is an element of destruction which acquires hysterical proportions in front of any problem which cannot be solved by a telephone call, or its equivalent. They have to succeed or the very intemperance of the situation will finish with them, and not only do they have to succeed in business, but as families, also. And both aspects of their personal lives are openly exposed in Suburbia, wherebeing neighbors almost meansliving together. Suburban life lacks the anonymity of the big metropolis, where you can hide emotional immaturity and show only personal achievements. Only one aspect was open to public inspection, and that was your accomplishments in the world of business; and that was only 'one back' to keep. The exposed life of suburbia is a contributing factor to increase even further the pounds of pressure they impose on themselves and their achievements. It almost inevitably lead them to build up a facade of general accomplishments which is always directed toward implying far greater wealth greater pressure. On the surface, they succeed in keeping a cheerful face, as much as they can, but the undercurrent of their neurosis is reflected in the racing beat of their pulsating mores. Sex, since always, has been regarded as the great cure-all for every ailment of the spirit If it cannot cure it, at least, it can anesthetize it temporarily in the choking fumes of oblivion. Obviously, for the swinging suburbanites there's a lot they wish to forget; or, at least to put aside until they will be able to work out a solution. In his role of emotional tranquilizer, sex follows the same pattern as that type of medication, especially when there is no restriction whatsoever regarding its use. The patient begins with a small dosage, and continues the same as long as it produces the desired effects. As soon as the body develops a certain “familiarity” with the drug, the initial dosage is found insufficient, since it no longer produces any effect. The patient, who is acting on his own, will immediately increase the dosage, until the same process takes place. And this process will repeat again and again until some control is exerted upon the patient, even if that means giving him another type of drug; or, if he is acting on his own, and no control is exerted, he will keep increasing the dosage for an indefinite period of time. The only thing is that, while the desired effect was originally accomplished with a minimum amount of medication, after a while, tremendous amounts of drug will be needed to overcome the body's immunity to a medication with which it has already been saturated. In the case of sex, a similar pattern is followed. Yet due to the obvious differences between sex and a medication, a patient is more likely to worry because he has to swallow eight or ten or perhaps twelve sleeping pills to conquer his insomnia. Such is not the case with the individual who feels an increasing necessity to indulge in seeking gratification. Probably, he'd welcome the results and believe he'd become a “lady-killer,” or a “sex expert”...
Yet, would it arrive the occasion when he finds out that in no way he's getting the release —let alone satisfaction— that he so strongly needs? How could he then increase the medication? Would he try using another type of sex? After all, every way possible to perform the act of coitus, any type of sexuality, and many different kinds of peoples who may be prospective sex partners can be found in Suburbia.. And it is all available without any medical prescription.. Is only yours for the asking!
THE SEX SNOOPERS
Living in the fashionable sites of leisurely Suburbia, with its tempting qualities of luxurious living amidst the benefits of modern comfort in a non-crowded milieu is a most coveted habitat for the enterprising young husbands who yearn to give to their personal assets and business value a vigorous push, by placing themselves in the very core of the most popular of today's status symbols. An area covered by neatly landscaped homes and freshly-watered green lawns, which expands by the week, if not quicker, with the arrival of eager newcomers who “come for the fresh air,” and, why not, for the fun of it. “My wife and I have heard a lot about living in the suburbs,” one young lawyer with whom I shared a pleasant half an hour not long ago, told me. “And we both agreed that buying a home there would be the best thing to do.” He added. I had known this boy since he was in his early teens. At that time, I remember him as a very good-looking young man with athletic physique and a cheerful zest for living. I hadn't seen him for a few years until that occasion, when we both met by chance downtown and agreed to have a drink together at a lounge nearby. I knew that since I saw him last, when he was a law student in a prestigious Ivy League University, he had graduated with honors and started a quite successful practice with a well-known law firm in the city. He had also married a delightful girl he met six month before their wedding at a ski resort in the Poconos. Fortunately, he appeared to be a happy man. We spoke briefly of his present situation, which was a quite promising one in every sense, and he told me about his immediate ambitions. One of the most immediate was to purchase a stylish split-level home in an elegant area of captivating Suburbia. “For one thing,” he said enthusiastically, “it would get us out of the vitiated air of the big city, and would also give us both plenty of laving space, so I could have a nice, “classy” den, all of my own, where I could keep myself up to date about things...” He chuckled. “That only would make the whole deal worthy enough for me to commute back and forth to my office here in the city.” He chuckled again, and his cheerful beamed in a rather mischievous gesture. Then, in a low voice, with a tone of mocking confidence, he added. “Besides, maybe the sexy environment would 'throw in' some new thrill to our lovemaking..” He laughed. His words made me feel somewhat concerned about the marriage of these two young kids, both of whom I had known for some time now. I thought perhaps they were having some marital troubles due to the 'eternal culprit,' sexual maladjustment, and they were believing that a change of environment could solve this problem. “Are both of you having... any trouble with your marriage?” I ventured. “Holy mackerel!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Can't you ever get off the starchy smock?” Then, obviously amused at my gloomy interpretation, he explained. “In that aspect, Cynthia is the most. I mean, I don't have any complaint about the kid's bedroom qualities. We've really gotten hard on each other, I think, and I believe she hasn't any charges about mine, either.” He came closer to me, approaching the heavy frame of has upper body over the lounge's table. “But, you never can tell. I've been told that wives get bedder and bedder in Suburbia.” He laughed earnestly at his joke, and I, discreetly, changed the subject of our conversation. However, the small, guillest chat with my friend, the presumptuous suburbanite and his hopeful expectations are fairly illustrative to the reputation of uninhibited sexuality with which,
young suburban dwellers are credited today; and the ones who have been highlighted the most with such wanton notoriety are the young wives of the enthusiast commuters, who during the day struggle fiercely among each other to climb the hazardous ladder of professional success. The image that several well-reputed national magazines and TV programs have given of the jobless suburban housewife who finds herself alone and bored in a spotless home after the new gadgets of modern ingenuity have shortened her working hours considerably and after the rest of the family—husband and children—have been sent away to work or to school leaving her for many hours just by herself, has become stylized in the minds of the American population as a very peculiar breed of woman. She has been reported to have become nervous, gossipy and over-preoccupied with matters of sex. This tense situation is very likely to explode, and it usually does—or so they say —in a series of scandalous activities in which so many have already been involved that the ill-effects of this immoral trend are rocking the nation in a wave of marital depravity which is very likely to cause a serious transformation in our entire concept of decency and moral. The husbands—we are told by the same reporters—seem to have been caught in the strong, compelling undercurrent of the prevailing attitudes. And we are surprised to discover that, in the immense majority of the cases, it is them who devise the entertainments, and who make all the arrangements necessary to their new, wanton games. This astonishing revelation we see in our most fashionable magazines, or within the argument of our most popular television programs, seems to throw a rather disconcerting light upon the situation, as it is presented to us. The suburban housewife, that sophisticated bundle of nymphomaniac laziness is, on one side, presented as the parasitic appendage whose sole justification is to drive her hard-working, ulcer-getting, hard-pushing, harshly-led, good-guy of a husband over to the railroad station, where he'll enter into a dimly-lit railroad at dawn and doze...
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