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Title: Adultery (and other half revolutions)
Author: CrimethInc.
Date: September 11, 2000
Language: en
Topics: marriage, free love, Harbinger
Source: Retrieved on 6th November 2020 from https://crimethinc.com/2000/09/11/adultery-and-other-half-revolutions

CrimethInc.

Adultery (and other half revolutions)

A spectre is haunting the Western world: the spectre of Adultery.

If the two-party relationship system is the pinnacle achievement of a

hundred thousand years of human loving, why is adultery so common that

it’s practically counted on as material for bourgeois drawing room humor

… and employment for a whole army of marriage counselors? If all any of

us truly desire is our “one true love,” why can’t we keep our hands off

everyone else?

If you really want to know, you should cut straight to the source and

ask the adulterer himself. Or maybe you don’t have to go that far—maybe

you’ve had adulterous affairs or inclinations of your own, as the

statistics suggest.

“Good Marriages Take Work”

Growing up in an environment dominated by capitalist economics teaches

certain psychological lessons that are hard to unlearn: Anything of

value is only available in limited supplies. Stake your claim now,

before you’re left all alone with nothing. We learn to measure

commitment and affection in terms of how much others are willing to

sacrifice for us, unable to imagine that love and pleasure could be

things that multiply when shared. In a healthy relationship, conversely,

friends or lovers enable each other to be able to do and live and feel

more. If you feel, in your gut if not your head, that monogamy means

giving something up (your “freedom,” as they say), then the patterns of

exploitation have penetrated even into your romantic life. Such

cost-benefit calculations just don’t compute.

We all know that Good Marriages Take Work. There it is again, work: the

cornerstone of our alienation culture. Wage labor, relationship

labor-are you ever not on the clock? Do you accept stifling limitations

in return for affection and reassurance, the same way you trade time for

money at your job? When you have to work at monogamy, you are back in

the system of exchange: your intimacy economy is governed, just like the

capitalist economy, by scarcity, threat, and programmed prohibitions,

and protected ideologically by assurances that there are no viable

alternatives… again, just like the capitalist economy. When

relationships become work, when desire is organized contractually, with

accounts kept and fidelity extracted like labor from employees, with

marriage a domestic factory policed by means of rigid shop-floor

discipline designed to keep the wives and husbands of the world chained

to the machinery of responsible reproduction-then it should be no

surprise that some individuals cannot help but revolt.

Adultery, in stark contrast to the Good Marriage, comes naturally,

arriving without even being invited. Suddenly you feel transformed:

awakened from the graveyard of once-vital passion that has been your

relationship, to feel that excitement again. You shouldn’t be feeling

any of this, damn it, and yet it’s the first time you’ve been carried

away by pure, unforced happiness in who knows how long-and oh, the sweet

optimism of something new, something that isn’t yet fucking predictable…

it’s as if surprise, risk, gratification, fulfillment were again

genuinely imaginable possibilities. Who, if they could feel what you’re

feeling right now, could possibly demand you resist?

Stolen Moments…

The adulterer gets a crash course in just how occupied the space and

time he lives in is. It immediately becomes clear just how little free

time he has, time when he is not under observation—it turns out that the

workday does not end when he leaves the workplace, but extends in both

directions before and after it, consuming practically his whole life.

The domination of his space, too, is revealed: how many places are there

for him to spend time with his new lover, places he need not rent with

money, respectable explanations, and the image of social responsibility?

In what few moments of his life is he not held to guidelines imposed by

outside forces, guidelines which plainly have nothing to do any longer

with his emotional and physical needs?

The adulterer becomes a virtuoso of petty theft, stealing the moments of

his life one by one from their “rightful owners”: his spouse, his

employer, family and social obligations. Just like the vandal, he

resists the ownership of his world in the only way he knows how-by tiny

and largely symbolic acts of daily sedition, out of which he carefully

constructs an infinitely fragile alternate universe. There he hides, in

spirit when he cannot in body, hoping not to be found out and called to

account for what he has become: a traitor to the entire civilization

that raised him.

“Honesty is the Best Policy”

Society, personified by his unfortunate spouse, demands that the

adulterer be honest and frank about all things, when it will only punish

him for this. It attempts to secure his compliance through routine

interrogations (“who was that on the phone, dear?”), surveillance (“do

you think I didn’t notice how much time you spent talking to her?”),

search and seizure (“and just what the hell am I supposed to think this

is?”), and more serious intimidation tactics: the threat of total

expulsion from the only home and community he is likely to know. The

adulterer who would like to be able to tell the truth is forced to use

the Misery Quotient to compute whether he can permit himself to: divide

your current unhappiness by the harmful consequences of contesting it,

multiply by your fear of the unknown, and then think twice about whether

you really need to act after all. This is the same formula used by

exploited migrant workers and children locked in private school hells,

by battered wives and sexually harassed secretaries.

What our society is missing here is the wisdom to know that telling the

truth is not just the responsibility of the teller. If you really want

to know the truth, you must make it easy for people to tell it to you:

you must be genuinely supportive and ready for whatever it may be, not

just make self-righteous demands or play good cop/bad cop (“just tell

me, I promise I’ll understand… you did WHAT?!”). That can only lead to

evasive action, or at best to the subject of your cross-examination

finding ways to lie to himself as well as you. Neither our society nor,

consequently, its cuckolds and cuckoldesses, are ready for the

revelation of truth that the adulterer has to offer; it is only safe in

the sheltering ears of his illicit lover.

“People Will Get Hurt”

Inevitably, despite the best intentions and most secretive schemes of

the adulterer, people get hurt. More to the point: people already were

hurting, only invisibly, in the enforced happily-ever-after of domestic

silence, or else such drastic measures would not have been necessary in

the first place to bring dead hearts to life. Would it be better that

the routines and illusions of the marriage remain undisturbed, forever,

so that everyone’s ennui could proceed on course to the embittered end?

Could it be preferable for the unsuspecting partner to go on measuring

her value as a lover and spouse according to the standard of a fidelity

that boils down to self-denial, a standard which has already been

violated in spirit of not in letter? Of course, instead of cheating you

could always have gone to counseling, been “honest” with your spouse

instead of yourself and turned away from the new landscapes you saw

about to be born in the eyes of your potential lover, trying instead to

achieve a passable imitation-substitute with your officially sanctioned

partner-or resorted to medicating yourself into numb submission with

television or Prozac, if that failed…

To cut to the heart of the matter: is it ever really wrong simply to

desire not to be emotionally dead? What vast measures of self-confidence

and entitlement would it take the modern married man or woman to risk

feeling alive, unarmed with the twin weapons of self-justification and

self-abasement, the excuses and apologies and self-recriminations? The

adulterer discovers that he is trapped in the life he had adopted under

the encouragement and threats of the established romantic standard, and,

despite his best attempts to restrain himself, has begun to plot an

escape. Were he to reflect lucidly on his situation, his secret self

might rebel and begin to ask the important questions: What kind of life

does he really aspire to live? How much freedom and fulfillment does he

deserve to feel? How has it come to be that he hurts others just by

reaching for what he needs for himself?

The fact is, people always get hurt whenever someone contests the long-

entrenched order, even “innocent” people, and sometimes not the same

innocent ones who were suffering at the hands of the old regime. That’s

why anything less than complete prostration to the status quo is

considered bad ethics. But once the itch to mutiny has struck, the

alternative to it becomes unthinkable (consider how much thinking those

who opt for it do)… so the adulterer takes it upon himself, often

unwillingly but without being able to resist, to do things that hurt

others, but no more than he absolutely has to. If he were prepared to

embrace and proudly proclaim his outlawed desires (rather than

ultimately rejecting them in a fit of apologetic revisionism: “I didn’t

know what I was doing!”), and take responsibility for the further pain

that would cause, he would finally stand in a position from which he

could step out of the circle of hurt that is the scarcity economy of

love. But he lacks the courage and analysis for this final act: that is

why he is still a mere adulterer, one who makes half a revolution-and

the worst half, at that.

“What About the Children?”

“What about the children?” demand the shocked sentries of the

bourgeoisie when they hear about yet another marriage endangered by an

affair, terrified that their own strayings might come out next. Well,

what about them? Do you think you can protect the next generation from

the tragic tension between the complexity of desire and the simplicity

of social prohibitions just by knuckling under yourself? If you smother

your own aspirations for happiness, displacing them instead onto your

expectations of future generations, you will end by smothering your

children as well as yourself. Your children would be better off growing

up in a world where people dare to be honest about what they want,

whatever the consequences. Would you prefer that they learn to beat

their own longings into flattened reminders of shame and remorse, as you

do?

And it’s worth pointing out that nuclear-family monogamy, which these

self-appointed judges would protect from the assault implied by

adultery, is the very thing that replaced the broader, more fluid,

extended family structures of the past. By all accounts, children were

better cared for in those environments, and their parents had more

freedom as well. Could it be that adultery is a blind, desperate lunge

for the extended community that we once had, from the cage of the

contractual relationship-or at least could act as a stepping stone to a

new form of it?

Adultery is Marriage’s Loyal Opposition.

Ultimately, adultery is only possible because the questions it asks are

left unanswered. Just like the shoplifter, the rioter, and the suicide,

the adulterer makes only half a revolution: he violates the decrees of

authoritarian convention and law, but in such a way that they remain in

place, still dictating his actions-be those actions obedient or

reactive. He would do better to expose what he is and wants to the whole

world without guilt or remorse, and demand that it find a place for him

and his desires, whatever they might be—then his own struggle could be

the starting point for a revolution in human relationships from which

everyone might benefit, not just a flash of isolated passion and

insurgency to be stomped out before it even becomes aware of itself.

Let us shelter and defend him from the shaming of this society whenever

he does step forward, so that he may do so-for he acts, as we do, out of

a passion burning unquenchably for a new world.

“Hell yes I cheated!”