Female Masturbation Comes Into Its Own in Pop Music
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Annie Clark, aka St Vincent, surprised fans last December with a new single Birth in Reverse, which featured the line: "Oh what an ordinary day, take out the garbage, masturbate." Shortly thereafter, a salacious video for Miley Cyrus's Adore materialised, in which the singer runs a sly hand down her body to signify that she too will procure her own pleasure — a routine she's also decided to play up on her current Bangerz tour. Not long after Adore appeared online, Nicki Minaj sneaked up on fans by releasinga remix of the song Boss Ass Bitch and from it sprung the words: "It's a holiday, playing with my pussy day." Most recently, on Valentine's Day, Minaj said on her new single Lookin Ass N*gga that she has no use for unworthy men. In none of these instances is masturbation presented as titillating, prurient or provocative. It is normal and routine.
In a carnally confident style akin to Corin Tucker and Carrie Brownstein yowling through Sleater-Kinney's Let's Call It Love, or PJ Harvey lasciviously panting, "Lick my legs! I'm on fire!" on Rid of Me, female pleasure in popular music is making a libertine — albeit cooler-headed — return. When female rappers and R&B icons of the 90s and early 00s used this method ( Tweet's Oops Oh My, Janet Jackson's Take Care and Lil' Kim's Queen Bitch to name a smutty few), it was a powerful tool which pushed back on the idea that women needed men. But in 2014, the shock value of a woman masturbating — at least as a lyrical device — has at last begun to depreciate. It is no longer an act of flirty deviance to be monetised; it is merely normalised. Sure, Cyrus almost certainly knew the Adore You video would spark a prudish outcry, but it's still the least flashy thing she's done of late. Similar is the "DIY" T-shirt Rihanna sported last May, which showed a woman masturbating. With it Rihanna wore a long skirt and a toque. If the point was to be seen, it was also: "And so what?"
While female pleasure in music is nothing new, the shift that has appeared is largely based around an absence of the man: take for example Janet Jackson's Take Care, where she sings: "I'll lay here and take care of it 'til you come home to me." For Jackson, masturbation is a bookmark. The Divinyls' I Touch Myself — a pro-masturbation anthem if ever there was one — contains the line: "I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you." When it came out in 1990 it was intrepid. But the song is just as much about giving pleasure as getting it.
In a 2011 interview with CNN, Kathleen Hanna, feminist leader of Bikini Kill and now the Julie Ruin, questioned the purpose of Katy Perry's sexual presentation on Perry's 2008 debut single I Kissed a Girl. "The whole thing is like, 'I kissed a girl so my boyfriend could masturbate about it later,' said Hanna. "It's disgusting. It's exactly every male fantasy of fake lesbian porn."
Considered alongside a line from the new essay collection by Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon, "Is It My Body?" — "The body's not theirs anymore," she writes of rock stars. "It's a public domain and public perception" — the discussion over whom a woman's pleasure serves seems more relevant than ever. A handful of casual references in which pleasure is one's own are slickly antithetical to any male musician — from Serge Gainsbourg to Skinny Puppy — who ever plunked the sound of a woman moaning into a song for the sake of masculine bravado.