This just in: Formula One racing chief Max Mosely is a BDSM switch with a Nazi fetish. He enjoys going to sex parties dressed up as a concentration camp prisoner, while sex workers dressed as Nazi soldiers humiliate him; or dressing up as a Nazi himself and whipping young girls while screaming in German.
So. The. Fuck. What.
Let’s review, okay? We all have our kinks, our quirks, our fetishes — and much of the time, those kinks, quirks, fetishes are not politically correct. In fact, that’s half the point. We eroticize the things that make us the most uncomfortable. It’s part of how we cope.
A Nazi fetish does not make you a Nazi. A rape fantasy does not make you a rapist (or rape victim) waiting to happen. Jacking off to the thought of your big, black neighbor defiling your little, white wife doesn’t make you a racist.
The thoughts we have, the people we are, when we’re turned on, are all a part of our fantasy life. They’re not a reflection of who we are in the larger sense, of how we act in the public sphere. So why do we keep exposing our public figures, why do we out them, why, oh why, do we give a fuck about their sex lives?
Please, someone: give me a good answer. I’m dying to know.