Fa'afafine in traditional Samoan dress, illustrating the third-gender identity discussed in the article

When TV News Mistakes Fa’afafine for an Employment Agency (Or, How Western Media Invented “Bodybuilding in Frocks”)

There is a golden rule in imported television journalism: if you are reporting on a culture that refuses to fit neatly into the rigid filing cabinets of Western bureaucracy, you are never allowed to simply state that things work differently. Oh no. You must lard the segment with a “practical” explanation: some sort of economic incentive or human-resources masterplan that would make a multinational HR director weep with joy.

The other day, while watching a TV travel report on exotic traditions (the kind featuring the soothing, plummy voice of a documentary narrator, ambient panpipe music, and the general vibe of an armchair anthropologist who has never touched grass), I stumbled across a gem that shatters all known records for broadcast nonsense.

The thesis of the segment, delivered with the utmost, deadpan “neutrality,” mind you, went roughly like this: “There are places in the world where male children are trained from a young age to be women, but they do it purely out of practicality! Because they are biologically stronger, they can handle the heavy-duty manual labour that ‘normal’ women aren’t capable of doing”.

Right. Everyone stop the tape right there. Turn off the autopilot of received wisdom and switch on a single, functioning unit of logic.

The Industrial Planning of Household Chores

Let me get this straight. According to the news report, the cunning strategic masterplan of this tribe goes like this: a family decides to raise a boy as a girl, integrates him into traditional caregiving roles… but because he has a male skeletal structure and bulging biceps, they use him as a sort of deluxe, turbocharged version of a suburban housewife: someone capable of ironing bedsheets while gripping a solid oak ironing board, or shifting three-piece suites around with the raw, focused energy of a martial arts grandmaster.

It is a short-circuit in logic so colossal that even the Silicon Valley servers that were censoring my articles the other day would short-circuit from over-voltage.

This is yet another prime example of how modern Western civilization is entirely incapable of fathoming a social structure unless it is viewed through the cold, transactional lens of productivity or a factory assembly line. If a person in a given culture occupies a fluid or traditional role, some television producer’s brain immediately assumes there must be an underground economic motive: a foreman standing in the background handing out chores based strictly on muscle mass and deadlift capacity.

The Real Story (Without the Hollywood Screenplay)

Let’s do some actual, proper journalism for a change, planting our feet firmly back on solid ground and escaping the fairy tales of the small screen.

The peoples discussed in these television reports, such as the extraordinary, millennia-old tradition of theFa’afafinein Samoa, right in the heart of Polynesia (rather than some wildly mislocated Asian jungle invented by an over-caffeinated TV editor), do not run any sort of “muscular finishing school for domestic workers.”

In Samoa, if a biological male child shows an early inclination towards female manners, sensibilities, andsocial roles, the family and the wider community don’t call an emergency meeting of industrial logistics engineers to calculate his cost-efficiency on heavy lifting. Instead, society accepts this identity with a disarming, matter-of-fact naturalness. It is a recognized and respected “third gender” that has been woven into the fabric of life for centuries. Their contribution to the extended family, whether it involves looking after the kids, managing the household, or supporting the community, stems from emotional bonds and social duty, not from a forced labour scheme based on raw physical strength or a crash course in gym weights while wearing a lavalava.

The Moral of the News Bulletin

Television is addicted to the quirky anecdote, the muscular plot-twist, and the bizarre “justification,” purely because our own society is utterly terrified of the notion that other human beings might organize their lives around spontaneous inclusion rather than shift-work hours or capitalist efficiency metrics.

The next time you catch a travel documentary on the telly explaining foreign customs with the logistical logic of a corporate management handbook, have a proper laugh. The world is infinitely richer, more brazen, and infinitely less boring than any television editor could ever hope to package between the weather forecast and a commercial break.

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Scultura erotica ispirata al Kamasutra nel tempio di Khajuraho, India

Kamasutra: The “IKEA Instruction Manual” of Ancient Lust (That No One Actually Reads)

We’ve all seen it. The coffee table book with the colourful illustrations that everyone pretends to own to look “cultured,” yet no one has ever actually used. Yes, theKamasutra.

For the average Westerner, it’s the ultimate repository ofsexual gymnastics: a sort of ancient Indian IKEA manual where, if you misinterpret a diagram, you end up with a dislocated hip and a very confused partner. But here’s the rub: if you think the Kamasutra is just a compendium of acrobatic positions meant to spice up a rainy Tuesday, you’ve missed the point entirely. It wasn’t written for the bedroom; it was written for the gentleman-about-town.

1. It wasn’t “Dirty,” it was “Social Networking”

The Kamasutra, written by Vatsyayana, a man who clearly had far too much time on his hands, wasn’t a smutty guide for the masses. It was a lifestyle manual for the nagara-ka, the refined city-dweller of the Gupta Empire.

It covers everything: how to decorate your room, how to choose your perfume, how to be a charming conversationalist, and, yes, how to handle your love life. It’s essentially GQ magazine, but written in Sanskrit and with a lot more emphasis on not being a complete bore. The sex was just a chapter, not the whole book.

2. The “Acrobatics” myth

The obsession with the physical contortions (the ones that require the flexibility of a circus performer and the core strength of an Olympic gymnast) is a modern invention. Vatsyayana was far more interested in the theatre of desire than in whether you could touch your toes with your ears.

His real focus? Theart of seduction, the social etiquette of romance, and how to keep a household running without everyone wanting to murder each other. If you’re actually trying to perform position #142, you’re not having a spiritual experience; you’re just inviting a physiotherapist to your next date.

3. The “Spiritual” scam

We love to dress up our desires in pseudo-mystical clothing to make them feel “elevated.” We call it “Tantra” or “Sacred Union” because “we’re just horny and had a few glasses of wine” doesn’t look as good on a CV. The Kamasutra is perfectly honest about this: it’s about pleasure, social status, and refinement. It’s refreshingly transactional. It doesn’t promise you’ll reach Nirvana; it promises you’ll be the most popular guest at the next symposium.

Etymological Note (from Say Sexology)

Let’s look at the name: Kamasutra. Kama means “desire” or “pleasure,” and sutra means “thread” or “aphorism.” It is literally a “thread of desire.”

The irony is that we’ve taken this “thread” and tried to weave it into a straightjacket of “rules” on how to have sex. Vatsyayana’s original intent was to show how pleasure is a thread that runs through life. We, in our infinite wisdom, have turned it into a checklist. If you’re reading the Kamasutra and checking boxes like you’re doing your weekly food shop at Waitrose, you have officially missed the point.

The point of it all

Why write about this? Because I find it hilarious how we’ve turned a manual on social sophistication into a roadmap for contortionists.

The next time someone tries to enlighten you with a “Kamasutra tip,” buy them a drink and ask them if they’ve actually read the chapter on how to arrange the furniture in their living room. Pleasure isn’t a performance art. And for heaven’s sake, keep your hips in their sockets. Your partner will thank you.

Ever tried to recreate a ‘Kamasutra’ position and ended up calling for an ambulance? Or are you sensible enough to stick to the classics? Let me know in the comments. I promise to keep your secrets (mostly).

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Native Americans and Sexuality: When “Sin” Wasn’t Even in the Dictionary

If you’re labouring under the impression that the “sexual revolution” was a stroke of genius dreamt up in the 1960s, you’ve clearly never bothered to open an anthropology book concerning pre-colonial North America. Whilst Europe was busy wallowing in centuries of repression, dogmatic moralising, and dressing gowns buttoned up to the chin, the Native American tribes were navigating sexuality with a natural ease that would likely give a modern-day moral crusader a severe case of the vapours.

For them, sex wasn’t the centre of a labyrinthine system of guilt and redemption. It was energy. And like any form of energy, it was meant to flow.

1. More than two genders? Welcome to the real world

The one thing that sent the Christian missionaries into an absolute tailspin, and which still seems to unsettle thosefixated on binary labels, was the concept of theTwo-Spirit person. In many native cultures, the world wasn’t neatly divided into just “male” or “female.” There was a third category, an individual embodying both spirits.

These people weren’t “different” in any derogatory sense; they were viewed as havinga privileged perspective, capable of seeing the world from both sides of the coin. In matters of intimacy, as in social life, this fluidity wasn’t a quirk: it was an asset. Whilst we exhaust ourselves trying to define who is what, they had worked out centuries ago that identity is just a garment you tailor to fit.

2. Sex as “Medicine”

Forget the endless, tedious debates about what is “right” or “wrong.” For many tribes, sexual activity was tethered to vitality, the earth, and the cycle of the seasons. There were rituals that celebrated pleasure not as a sin to be pardoned, but as a legitimate way to connect with the divine.

If you had the urge, you satisfied it. Without the tiresome necessity of stopping by a confessional first or waking up on a Monday morning feeling “soiled.” It was purely pragmatic: if nature has seen fit to provide us with desire, why on earth should we pretend it’s a problem?

3. The Missionaries and the trauma of nudity

The real collision wasn’t between two cultures, but between a culture that lacked taboos and one that lived entirely off them. The European colonists, arriving in their wide-brimmed hats and nursing a pathological fear of the naked body, were hell-bent on “civilising” the natives by teaching them that desire is an enemy to be vanquished. The result? A cultural disaster. They took a people living in harmony with their own impulses and tried to force them into the straitjacket of Victorian morality ante litteram.

Etymological Note (from Say Sexology)

Let’s discuss the word “Taboo”. Ironically, it isn’t Western in origin. It stems from the Polynesian tapu, meaning “sacred” or “forbidden.” It is truly fascinating to observe how we have managed to transmute the “sacred” into “sin.” Whilst for Native Americans certain acts were “sacred”, reserved for specific contexts, not because they were vile, but because they were powerful, we took that concept and turned it into a cudgel to batter anyone who dared to enjoy themselves more than the law allowed.

The point of it all

Why write about this? Because I find it quite amusing how we scramble to search for “new” sexual freedoms, when in reality, we were just stumbling upon truths that native populations had mastered whilst our ancestors were too preoccupied with counting rosary beads.

The next time you hear someone bleating on about “moral decay,” offer them a nice cup of tea. The real decay isn’t in a body experiencing pleasure; it’s in the heads of those who have turned life into a tiresome list of prohibitions.

What’s your take? Have we actually made progress, or have we merely lost a wisdom that they possessed in their very DNA? Let me know in the comments, and I promise not to forward your replies to the morality committee!

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