SHARE: Sex Love vs. Class Love

Or bourgeois love vs. proletarian love. Or decadent love vs. activist love. Or idealist love vs. materialist love. Any way which way you call it, activists have their own culture, their own language, their own concept of love and how to express it. Here’s a general run-down about the love-ways of activists (class love) in comparison to society’s general attitude towards love (sex love).

Your relationship philosophy is

Sex Love: Metaphysical Hedonism, “Serve me me me me me!”

Class Love: Dialectical Materialism, “Serve the people!”

You met

Sex Love: At a party, in a club, in a bar, online.

Class Love: At a rally, at a conference, in prison, at a picket line.

Your weekends are spent

Sex Love: At a party, in a club, in a bar, at the movies.

Class Love: In meetings, at rallies, at a conference, at a hunger strike.

You resolve arguments by

Sex Love:
Her: Cutting back on shopping, gossiping, and nagging;

Him: Cutting back on sports night with buddies and being more attentive.

(This is after volatile screaming whereby one of you stormed out to “cool off”, got drunk, crawled back home with your tail between your legs and woke up miserable and shit-faced. Your other half smirked I-told-you-so all morning.)

Class Love:
Her: Reaffirming revolutionary proletarian principles and expelling petty bourgeois tendencies;

Him: Reaffirming revolutionary proletarian principles and expelling erroneous patriarchal thinking and sexist tendencies.

(This is after an intensive criticism/self-criticism process where both of you identified the internal and external contradictions of the conflict thus establishing a higher state of unity and a stronger relationship.)

At your wedding, you marched down the aisle to

Sex Love: “Bridal Chorus” by Richard Wagner.

Class Love: “The International” by workers of the world.
(Alright, words by Eugène Pottier and music by Pierre Degeyter-- but the song really does belong to the workers on the principle that workers own nothing and share everything.)

Your wedding vows consisted of

Sex Love: “To love, honour and cherish until death do us part.”

Class Love: “To love and honour you as I love and honour the people, serving them as equal comrades side by side on the long and glorious march to freedom.”


You spent your honeymoon in

Sex Love: Hawaii, Mexico, Jamaica, the South of France, at a party, in a club, in a bar, on the beach.

Class Love: The Middle East, Asia, Africa, at a Human Rights Tribunal, in a refugee camp, at an anti-imperialist gathering, in an international fact-finding mission.

You name your children

Sex Love: Emma/Sophia/Olivia; Aidan/Ethan/Jacob
(Canada’s top baby names for 2007 according to Babycentre.ca)

Class Love: Rosa (as in Luxemburg) / Clara (as in Zetkin) / Gabriela (as in Silang); Karl (as in Marx) / Salvador (as in Allende) / Andres (as in Bonifacio)
(The children upholding mom’s name as their last name, of course.)

For anniversary gifts you give

Sex Love: Silver, paper, China, jewelry

Class Love: Each other, nothing more, nothing less. Or, the latest version (or rare first edition) of the Communist Manifesto, matching political T-shirts, organic hand-woven jewelry, Pablo Neruda’s collection of political poetry.

And finally, He/She is the love of your life because

Sex Love: He/She wants to give you the world.

Class Love: He/She wants to save the world.



MULA SA http://datingpolitics001.blogspot.com/2009/09/sex-love-vs-class-love.html