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The Victorians and Sex

VICTORIAN people appeared to have a strange attitude towards sex. Despite being highly fascinated by the subject, they were reported to be frigid and factually ignorant on the matter too. Throughout history, and not just in the Victorian era, sex has always been used as a powerful tool to oppress and control society.

“Lie back and think of England,” is famously reported to have been a phrase counselled to young newly married women right after Queen Victoria said it to her daughter when she expressed fears before her wedding night.

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But were the Victorians really just a bunch of prudes?

In some reports the mention or suggestion of ‘female pleasure’ was distasteful and frowned upon. If Victorian women were indeed horrified by the idea of sex, well, what a massive contrast to the twenty-first century response by female fans of the book, ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

Does it mean that we are simply freer these days with our sexual attitudes? Or has public immorality completely over stepped the line?

We know that many Victorian couples did indulge in consensual pleasurable sex behind closed doors; it was merely the collective and repressive public attitude which affected all classes.

To gain a more balanced perspective I examined the general and societal attitude towards sex in the eighteenth century.

One of the reasons sex was such an illicit subject of discussion was because it was so terribly misunderstood. Very little was taught in schools so most children coming into puberty still had no idea of the true functions or differences between male/female genitalia. Many young adults were not aware that sex caused pregnancy, and for those who did, it was an affliction one could very easily die from. They knew that it could spread diseases, such as syphillus and venereal disease and it was also attributed to a range of mental disorders and had religiously sinful connotations. Lastly, sex was linked to Prostitution.

Because of the very fact that they were ignorant, afraid and repressed on the matter it encouraged a puritanical control of the population. Ministers and religious patrons used sex, disease and religion as a powerful tool for will-bending and manipulation.

Victorians also had a slightly warped and irregular view regarding sexual activity itself.

Here are the main contradicting points which I discovered.

  1. Sex was not a subject to be discussed publically, or privately, with anyone other than your doctor.
  2. Celibacy was discouraged. From a biological standpoint you needed to be having sex (invisibly) as much as possible. This would be to ensure a thriving heir, as infant mortality rates were high. (Note: Poor families were encouraged much less!)
  3. Once married (and only then) it was your duty as a wife to permit your husband to, ‘lie with you’ as often as he desired, mainly in order to achieve point 2.
  4. If you were not a ‘conforming’ wife your husband might be driven to extreme masturbation, which was considered by many to be a mutilating and a mortal sin.
  5. Even though ‘harlotry’ (prostitution) was frowned upon, it was quietly encouraged by many groups to assist long-suffering husbands, and by the same token it enabled women to improve their circumstances, a fate worse than death ,and the possibility of affording an education for themselves or their children.

So there were many reasons why sex was ‘necessary,’ but also many reasons why it was a ‘dirty,’ subject altogether.

Masturbation

The subject of masturbation was the epitome of embarrassment, and is still considered slightly taboo to this day. Even the very word makes many people cringe.

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In the 18th century doctors even went so far as to describe mild ‘sicknesses’ as a direct cause of ‘over-masturbation,’ including a cause of madness. If counselling did not work regular punishment might include a caning or thrashing (common within boys’ schools,) chastity devices, implement corrections, potions and even religious rituals were performed to cast out the offensive semen demon!

Prostitution

‘Fallen women’ were often regarded with disgust and by some, they were looked upon as ‘dangerous’ to society as no one knew for certain how many existed in Victorian times, and upright woman feared that they would lure their husbands away from their marriages and moral virtues.

But evidently, the need for this type of service was also apparent. There were a large number of ‘bachelors,’ in the cities as many men were not permitted to have sex outside of marriage, and they were often told not to start a family until they had acquired an education and could afford one.

But even though Prostitutes were rarely discussed with any sympathy, it was widely understood that they were often driven to prostitution by necessity. Your average prostitute in those days would have been aged eleven years and older, and most came from the slums or had a very poor upbringing and no education at all. If they had an illegitimate child/children they would not be hired anywhere else.

It is no wonder then that these poor women felt that they would fare better in a brothel than destitute on the streets. As a prostitute they would earn some kind of a wage and have the prospect of a meal each day for themselves and their children. These women too had aspirations, one might be lucky enough to become a regular serving ‘mistress,’ to a wealthy customer.

So although prostitution presented similar dangers to women as they do today, i.e. disease, drugs and even murder, many women escaped death because of it.

Upon  weighing up all these facts we might be forgiven for thinking that overall, the Victorians were a bunch of prudes, but wait… just a little more research and we find out this:

http://www.hackwriters.com/victorianp.htm – In this article David Rutherford highlights the scandalous and sexually explicit London advertisements of the 17/18th century’s Prostitutes and how certain publications and listings would provide you with explicit details and the various services provided by each woman.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harris’s_List_of_Covent_Garden_Ladies –  “Harris’s List of Covent Garden Ladies,” is a shocking circular and was published as early as 1757 for two shillings and managed to shift 8,000 copies a year.

What is it?

It’s an annual directory of Prostitutes working within London, and as quoted by Wikipedia.. “Each edition contains entries which describe the physical appearance and sexual specialities of about 120–190 prostitutes who worked in and around Covent Garden. Through their erotic prose, the lists’ entries review some of these women in lurid detail. At a basic level, the entries detail each woman’s age, her physical appearance (including the size of her breasts), her sexual specialities, and sometimes a description of her genitals.”

Shocking indeed, given the fact that we do not have a Prostitute yellow pages in our own century, and this particular circulation pre-dates the Victorian era. I would imagine it to have been the Georgian period’s version of our modern day Playboy Magazine, but worse still.

As the link below would have you believe, the Victorians actually indulged excessively into sexual exploits and antics in private, where they might have lacked the deference to expose their interests and desires publically. The ‘5 Ridiculous Sex Myths‘ reveals how rape, paedophilia, BDSM and orgies were all happening just as much then as they do now.

The conclusion here is that we have not changed or evolved sexually at all over time,  but our attitudes towards sex have! It is obvious that sex is still the fundamentally most popular activity known to man (and women,) and that will likely be the case for another few hundred years to come.

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The Whitechapel Virgin

THE WHITECHAPEL VIRGIN,’is an exciting and compelling thriller filled with suspense, drama, real places and names of victims, plus all the ‛true to life,’  east end characters. Within the story the prostitutes finally speak out, their thin and pitiful voices echo in the bitterly cold darkness, filled with sheer anguish and terror. They are no longer silent, we can now hear their pain and become witness to their enduring strife and burdens.”

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JACK THE RIPPER

“Travel through Whitechapel in 18th Century London, along it’s cobbled alleyways which are filled with debauchery and crime. This is the haunt of Jack the Ripper. A man who trawled the streets by twilight, deftly butchering five helpless victims during his autumn reign of terror, and then cleverly escaping from his crimes. In this remarkable new and clever plot twist embedded with all the original known facts, you will discover who he was.
At last, the Ripper’s identity will be disclosed.”

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Further Reading:

5 Ridiculous sex myths from history. http://www.cracked.com/article_19575_5-ridiculous-sex-myths-from-history-you-probably-believe.html

 

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Fifty Shades of Victorian London

whitechapelvirginIMAGE1Dear Reader, 

Welcome to Fifty Shades of Victorian London, where philanderers, drunkards and the very dredges of human society reside.

Wrap up well for the air is cold, and follow me as we first step foot inside Whitechapel, where there exist more slums, brothels and pubs than you will find in any other city.

Remember dear reader, when entering here you will need to keep your wits about you, for many an unsavoury fellow will walk alongside you. A filthy urchin may alarm you by grasping your leg in the faint hope you are feeling generous enough to toss a coin.

But proceed fearlessly and look ahead. You will see that the street lanterns are now alight as we follow the hard-knuckled workers making their way through the dingiest cobbled alleyways, seeking only to fill their bellies with ale.

And here begins a tale inside one of Whitechapel’s fireside taverns.

Step inside this tavern awhile to witness the host of complex characters within. You will hear music, shrill laughs, and witness the devious antics of females sitting atop men’s laps at rickety tables. You may even witness a cat fight or two amongst the unwashed whores, as they battle each other for valuable custom from the slurring, inebriated men. 

You may too, if she happens to be checking upon her employees, meet Madame Davenport, the savvy yet heartless brothel-mistress who keeps organised her world of social outcasts and misfits.

If you can stay awhile into the early hours you will very likely stumble upon fifteen year old Catherine Bell who will arrive at a late hour, alone and afraid. Like you, she will feel somewhat repulsed to witness this decrepit scene within, but whilst you, dear reader, may close the pages of this book and return to a life of moderate comfort and social freedoms, she must remain here amongst the disease-infested scourge of society, to be lured upon a pitiful path where many desperate women have trodden before her.

The immoral path of a lower class whore.

Oh pity her if you must, but do not abandon her here for she is an intelligent girl beneath her innocent gaze and her life choices are few. Watch intently as she is groomed in the ways of seduction, for her very survival will depend on it, see how she learns the skilled game of pandering to men’s pleasures for a fee. But Catherine’s unblemished youth and beauty, whilst being a blessing, will also serve as her curse inside this popular tavern, for the seasoned old whores within will envy, despise and reject her.

Soon enough you will witness how her fortunes appear to rise tremendously when one middle class gentleman seeks her favours, if only for much darker ambitions than his pleasure alone.

But we shall leave them now to draw out their scenes of vulgarity, drama and misery in peace. Yes, come, let us step well away from these deliciously flawed and well-drawn characters inside the tavern, and return to the crusty fettering gutters outside.

But wait…

Be mindful that this is the year 1888. The year Jack the Ripper made famous his dark reign of slaughter. And yes, dear reader, I promise that if you trawl these streets with me long enough, you will undoubtedly discover him within these very pages lurking in and around the stinking mire of Whitechapel’s nest of rotten alleyways, weaving his way between the shadows of thieves, whores, drug gangs and many other irreputable sorts.

Take a gamble though if you will, and walk on with me to witness an empowering tale of jealousy, desperation, desire, fear, abortion, sexual debauchery and of course – murder. 

Do not flinch near the end of our journey however, for five women will soon be slaughtered and the man responsible will name himself ‘Jack The Ripper.’ He will embark on a bloody spree that will bury a gut-wrenching fear deep inside the bellies of every living whore.

He too might leave you pale and afraid.

You may wish to stop here, for the imagery he leaves behind is candid, brutal and all too strikingly real. But no, I urge you to continue, for ‘The Whitechapel Virgin,’ is a powerful and complex journey, evocative and gritty in its realism. A journey which hauls the past back to the present, for you to discover and enjoy from your own safe distance. Your patience and courage will be rewarded, for no other souls but ours will discover his identity, none other than you and I will unveil this truth, for the world will always marvel and wonder who he is…

So take the journey and see…

Historical Fiction Published Feb 2014

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“Carla Acheson’s story takes you down the dark streets of Whitechapel, to a time when all was not as it seems, and an immense shadow was looming over the metropolis. The book is a real page turner, and one that grips the reader until the very end. An excellent addition to any shelf.”Mike Covell – Actor, TV Producer

“ACHESON HAS A GIFT FOR BEING ABLE TO BRING THE GRIT OF POVERTY TO LIFE…” – Rachel Malone, (Historical Novel Society.)

“A TREMENDOUSLY compelling story woven around the time of Jack the Ripper’s reign. The author has effectively raised from the dead the bitter voices of downtrodden prostitutes.” – (Metro MANIA)

“DARK, sensationally gripping read… true voyeurism into the Victorian seedy underworld.”  A N Hoyle – Historian