Old ladies and helpless traditionalists, the same quaint folk who still use push lawn mowers, manual typewriters, and clothes that are years out of style. The moral ice-age is over. Exit the dogmatic dinosaurs of sexual repression. Enter the sensuous sirens of sexual expression. We live in the age of sexual enlightenment, presumably but a few years from sexual utopia.
Newspapers publish invitations for sexual partners.
A singing telegram service sends male strippers to act out sexual fantasies in private homes. Rows of pornographic tabloids line city streets, available to any child with a curious mind and a few spare quarters. Prostitutes, massage parlors, adult bookstores, strip joints, peep shows, female impersonators, gay baths, singles bars, sadomasochist leather shops they ve become as much a part of urban America as skyscrapers and parking meters. But that s just the big city. Yet a mile away from our church building a tavern features nude dancers.