Perhaps something has occurred in the history of the concept of structure that could be called a "sexual event," if this loaded term did not entail a meaning which it is precisely the function of structural--or structuralist--thought to reduce or to suspect. But let me us
e the term "sexual event" anyway, employing it with caution and as if in quotation marks. In this sense, this sexual event will have the exterior form of a rupture
and a redoubling
. Making love--a sexual event--is not just becoming as one, or even two, but becoming as a hundred thousand.
There's a very specific notion of gender involved in compulsory heterosexuality: a certain view of gender coherence whereby what a person feels, how a person acts, and how a person ex presses herself sexually (a sexual event) is the articulationand consummation of a gender. It's a particular
causality and identity that gets established as gender coherence which is linked to compulsory heterosexuality. It's not any gender, or all gender, it's that specific kind
of coherent gender.
What is at stake is less a theory of cultural construction than a consideration of the scenography and topography of construction. This scenography is orchestrated by and as a matrix of power that remains disarticulated if we presume constructedness and materiality as necessarily oppositional notions.
There are no desiring- machines that exist outside the social machines that they form on a large scale; and no social machines without the desiring machines that inhabit them on a small scale.Each time this identity announces itself, someone or something cries: Look out for the trap, you're caught. Take it off, get free, disengage yourself. I think that every sexual position is fundamentally comic.
There are no desiring-machines that exist outside the social machines that they form on a large scale; and no social machines without the desiring
machines that inhabit them on a small scale.
Pornography is the quadraphonics of sex. It adds a third and fourth track to the sexual act. It is the hallucination of detail that rules. Science has already
habituated us to this microscopics, this excess of the real in its microscopic detail, this
voyeurism of exactitude.