ABSTRACT
Turn on your television set these days and the whole world pours out convulsively at you like chocolate sauce onto an ice-cream cake. It seems as though any subject is permitted, and as a rule you eventually slip into a coma without realizing that there is one topic that is definitely taboo: our sex life. You can watch people killing, eating, conducting experiments on animals, blathering on about careers, waging war, cooking meringue—but fucking? Any fucking is merely implied. Only the most conservative, unimaginative, initial stages of the suggested sex act—and, of course, strictly according to the rules of the majority orientation, that is, heterosexual—are shown on TV.
