Two posts down is a poem I wrote a few years ago inspired (to some extent) by my marital love life. But it’s a poem. Not a non-fiction account.
I recently shared it on a Facebook poetry group on which I have shared a number of poems. I often test poems on these sites and then may go on to get them published.
This one was more controversial than most. I can see why. But I thought it was a worthwhile poem.
I got one older woman complaining that I surely wasn’t serious and it must be intended as satire. If not, it showed “worrying attitudes” or some such phrase.
When I defended the poem, a woman who had been wavering decided she liked it. Another woman also said she liked it, as did a man who said he valued the discussion.
My observation has been generally that one should never start apologising to feminists. One should stand one’s ground instead.
A poem of masculine passion should not be unacceptable. If I had written a different poem on sex from a gay or feminist perspective, there would have been no objection.
A poem describing normal, heterosexual activity in a poetic mode should be acceptable.
Ironically, the woman who complained had recently written a poem calling for more authentic voices.
Far too many poems are genteel and dull and political correctness has made the problem worse.