Some more Foucault soundbites, “If sex is repressed, that is, condemned to prohibition, non-existence, and silence, then the mere fact that one is speaking about it has the appearance of a deliberate transgression. A person who holds forth in such language places himself to a certain extent outside the reach of power; he upsets established… Continue reading Prophetic Dress Code
Wow, I love that title, ...here are a couple of hairy, straight, suggestions for ways in which Foucault’s analysis benefits Christian thinking about sexuality. First, Foucault has a lot to say about why and how our culture loves to speak about sex. On the one hand we are continually telling ourselves that sex is the… Continue reading Foucault, Christians and Sex
I've just been listening to a podcast of Andrew Denton's Enough Rope. And at the same time flicking through Foucault's History of Sexuality. Denton made the interesting observation that we are fascinated by honesty - he's certainly right - and the ABC must be cheering all the way to the Bank. But there's more to… Continue reading Foucault: Confession
You may not be one for gazing adoringly at your own belly-button lint... ...but if Philosophy is your thing and you are interested in thinking through how Christians can engage with our culture about sex and sexuality, then its well worth getting to know Michel Foucault. French, Post-Modern, Gay, Bracingly Bald. Ready to just reach… Continue reading History of Sexuality
It was trendy a generation ago to talk about 'sexual repression'. The idea being that until the Sexual Revolution, the topic of sex was something that could not be raised in society. Everyone knew it was going on, but there was a silent conspiracy of silence. It seems that death has taken over this mantle.… Continue reading Discussing Death
Emma and I were walking through the Botanic Gardens last week. It was raining so we were snuggled up under our umbrella. We were on our way to my new favourite Sydney Cafe - the Poolside Cafe at Andrew ‘Boy’ Charlton Pool down on the edge of the water near Lady Macquarie’s Chair. We were… Continue reading Sex and Death
