The Truth About “Monster Porn”

Dorian Cleavenger SexyTentacle Art

Dorian Cleavenger Sexy Tentacle Art

I keep rather mum here at Storybook Whorehouse. I tell myself that I’m just here to set off a little spark of an erotic idea; that if you wanted the whole story you’d buy erotica or call a phone sex operator. And I’m certainly aware that sometimes discussing a fantasy or fetish is akin to a dissection — which, even when performed as deftly as a surgery on a living thing, can end up killing it. You see, I’m more into fostering fantasies that murdering them or performing verbal autopsies. But sometimes I do have to sound-off a bit — like regarding this latest attack, censoring “monster porn”.

“Monster porn”, otherwise known as “monster erotica”, “cryptozoological erotica”, and “erotic horror”, should be well-known to fans of this site. These sexy stories employ mythical creatures — everything from vampires, demons, zombies, and other monsters to centaurs, mermaids, leprechauns, and aliens — as sex partners. And apparently this upsets people enough for them to censor such stories. But why?

Since these are fictional creatures, it should be pretty clear that this is all fantasy.

Some people complain that monster erotica is like bestiality. Whether you consider a vampire or a centaur to be be a human being or an animal, such fantasies are a far cry from bestiality. Unlike a Tijuana donkey show, such fantasies cannot ever become reality because vampires are not donkeys; vampires are not real like donkeys are.

The true horror of bestiality is that your animal partner is an animal, and, therefore, cannot give consent to such depravity. And that’s where the horror or disgust regarding “monster porn” comes in. You see, the pitchfork-carrying townsfolk are really upset by the fact that very often in these stories the monster “takes” what it wants. That makes the sex non-consensual. And non-consensual sex is rape. Only we aren’t talking about actual rape here, we’re talking about sexual fantasies of rape. But the Thought Police apparently cannot tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Not only are these fantasies of rape but these are, again, fictional fantasy creatures. Neither the creatures nor the acts are real.

What’s really at the root of all this censorship is fear. Fear that primarily involves women. You’ll notice in the articles and discussion surrounding “monster porn” that the readers are described as women and the monsters are primarily described as males. For example, the monsters in these erotic stories are called “mermen”, not “mermaids”. And everyone knows that Bigfoot is himself a male creature. (Which would mean the species’ survival would be dependent upon human women for procreation, since there are no female bigfoots to fuck with.) You just don’t hear anyone complaining about men who fantasize about coming upon a centaur or mermaid by surprise and daring to mount it. For that matter, you don’t hear anyone freaking out about men who fantasize about rough sex with a demon, or dream of being taken by a witch or female vampire. (If there are any complaints, they’re about men being raped by male creatures — and that’s pure homophobia.) No, the focus in this latest censorship uproar is on women’s fantasies of male creatures who sexually force themselves upon them. That’s the real issue here. And it’s part of the “save women from their own sexuality” movement, which is very much a part of the war on women.

But why do sex fantasies involving fictional creatures — especially those of women — upset so many people? Are they simply confounded by them? Let me illuminate you.

Humans have a long history of tales and myths regarding sex with creatures. In Greek, mythology, for example, the god Zeus took the form of a swan and raped Leda. One could also argue that any sex with a god falls into both the “sex with fictional creatures” and “non-consensual sex” categories; but there you have a particularly wicked one.

Since then, humans have created a number of shocking sex stories based on humans — but featuring many of the same dreamy and taboo attributes found in erotica featuring sexy beasts. Remittance Girl tells us of Orientalism and the Western tradition of exploiting what French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan called “the jouissance of the Other”, of the “projection of desires set up a hate/lust relationship. Despising the other for their lack of civility while envying them and fantasizing about their erotic freedoms”. Here one can surely see the power-exchange play, whereby a human is overpowered by lusty indulgences, either by choice or by force. This is not unlike sex with an alien — and is the very thing behind the romance of the vampire or werewolf. Remittance Girl puts it this way:

They are all ‘others.’ Because they don’t belong to our species, they serve as a site of projected fantasy for the excesses we don’t allow ourselves to consider with lovers of our own species. It is well-known that the undead can fuck you eight ways to Friday without getting tired, or getting you pregnant. You just know anything with fur, either chimera or evolutionary throwback, is going to be hung like a horse and animalistically horny.

Bonnie Burton, who finds the romance of these creatures as appealing as the sex, says:

Regular male characters in romance books tend to be over-the-top perfect glistening warriors and knights, but I want an imperfect monster who needs love to show that he can be just as sweet as his human competition. Vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, aliens, and even Replicants are capable of love, compassion, and really good sex. Why deprive the imagination of a great romance just because the protagonist happens to live for 600 years or has the occasional bout with fleas?

Of course, there’s another side to sex with an alien, dragon, or other make-believe creature. Like your vast physical differences. Of these, perhaps the most popular are those which have tentacles. Lots and lots of lusty tentacles. Here Remittance Girl also offers wisdom — which really strikes back at the war against women:

A woman might have moral problems fantasizing about taking three different human cocks at the same time and might be too politically correct to fantasize about a gang bang rape but, goodness, all those tentacles are simply genetically programmed to quest for orifices! And there’s nothing you can do about it!

…now that we are repeatedly told that our fantasies are dangerous and will send messages to real men that we actually like being raped; we’ve had to resort to projecting our sexual fantasies onto cryptozoological beings.

At Scientific American, John Horgan says arousing creature-feature stories are “a wonderfully wacky reminder that human sexuality is too weird, wild and woolly to be captured by modern science, and especially by theories that reduce our behaviors to genes.” But then, in that very article, he goes on to share some theories anyway. If those theories server to appease those who wish to censor sex fantasies and the erotic works which contain them, I’d appreciate it. In any case, leave the monster porn alone.

Image by Dorian Clevenger.

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