Is There a Sexual Revolution?
I have a look around. One of the guys I met in an
orgy two weeks ago in an after-party at the Baths is
two meters from me, wedged between two sheds.
He turns around. We are face to face. Hi, how are
you? We kiss each other on the cheek. I would have
preferred a kiss on the mouth, after all, we fucked, so
we can do that, but since it was in an orgy, he must
think it doesn’t count.
GUILLAUME DUSTAN, Je sors ce soir
True civilization does not consist in gas, steam, or
spiritualism, but in the reduction of the traces of
In August 1993, the magazine Elle offered a test for the summer: are you a slut? What is astonishing about this is not merely the crudeness of the question, but also the enthusiasm of the replies: every single one of the editors and journalists working for this famous weekly responded in the affirmative, taking pride in being a bitch, an initiate like no other, the equivalent of a sign of nobility in erotic games.1