I have heard so much about 50 Shades of Grey. It was a BIG seller and it is a mainstream novel about a woman being dominated. Within 10 pages, I felt like the book knew me. I too was learning about all this and I felt like a friend was walking beside me.
I was also excited to think that thousands of “vanilla” people had enjoyed this book that brought my deepest needs to the surface of our society. Maybe people could accept what I hide so carefully. Maybe we would have real discussions about women’s sexuality.
As the book ended, I watched my feelings of acceptance shrivel up as the Dom was told that his needs were not “vanilla” enough for her to stay in his life. The clear message that I am too deviant to be loved was there.
I know that the book continues. Please don’t comment and tell me to read the next book. Most of America didn’t read the next book. They stopped where I just did. They felt safe in the knowledge that Anastasia would find a sweet vanilla boy and leave this life. It might as well have been a dream and we had learned, just like Ana, that kinky people are not to be messed with. Society felt reassured in their prejudices and I hear the same message:
Deviance and love are just not possible.