Review: Polly – Sex Culture Revolutionary


webPOLLY_WHITE-COVER_04_3D1It's no secret that before a fateful night in San Francisco in 2011, I wasn't all that kinky. I'd dabbled, sure, but in general I never quite felt the urge or the need. I could see why other people did it as well. It took a night at Mission Control in San Fran to change things. In one night I was both Dom and sub, and my eyes were wide open. It didn't make me a hard core Dom or sub, mind you. But it did show me what everybody else was always talking about.

“So, Cooper,” says the guy in my head that I now realize is actually Dylan, “Isn't this a review of Polly Whittaker's book?”

Yes, Dylan. The reason I mention it at all is the fact that it took place at Mission Control, a positive play space founded by Ms Polly Whittaker, and spoken about at length in her book Polly: Sex Culture Revolutionary. Context! Aha!

I first heard Polly talk about her life and her book on the Savage Lovecast, hosted by idol Dan Savage. If I can let you in on something, dear friends, (as though you have a choice) I have a HUGE thing for British accents. Polly's beautiful voice lulled me into a stupor (which wasn't great as I was driving) and left me intrigued about her history founding and running Kinky Salon, which to me sounded an awful lot like our goal play space, the titular Shortbus, from the film of the same name written and directed by John Cameron Mitchell.

I went home and immediately got a copy of her book and started to read. As I read, I chatted with Polly online. We exchanged memoirs, in fact, mine for hers. As we talked, and as I read, I felt an intense kinship with Polly. Very early into the book, she talks about the value of community, and being yourself within that community, while sometimes feeling like a fraud and not being quite certain about what you're doing. She espoused the value of sex culture, saying “Sex culture supports all choices and orientations between consenting adults, and sees them as part of a complex, crosscultural, sensual, and aesthetic exploration. Sex is something to sing songs about, and write poetry too.”

As a (theoretical, but not really) fraud who almost NEVER knows what I'm doing, I could relate.

The book charts multiple journeys through Polly's life, woven together Godfather II style. We learn about her upbringing with her non-monogamous parents, whose fondue parties had the rule that if you drop your bread into the cheese, you have to kiss everybody at the table. (A rule I'd like to institute at my next fondue party. [Note to self: throw fondue party.]) She takes us on her spontaneous journey to San Francisco at the behest of a friend, where she nearly stumbles into her community full throttle, designing latex outfits (her calling back in London) almost as soon as she leaves her apartment for the first time. As she learns about her newfound community, we drift backward to her adolescence and the discoveries and kinks of that time. The stories are woven together so well that one never loses interest, as the short chapters throw us in another direction before we might.

Polly speaks with a true “warts and all” approach, showcasing the great and the bad, the ideas that support and detract from the concept of true open sexuality. She never holds back, and allows us to see deep into her soul, be it a breakup, the death of her father, a nightmarish drug trip in the desert, the ecstacy of Burning Man, the first night that Kinky Salon allowed full on sex, attempting to create a (nebulous) game called Superstar Avatar with her partner, feeling joy, feeling pain, feeling shame, feeling love.

It's really beautiful.

And oh so relevant. As I embark on the next levels, as I move toward turning Swingset into a brand, to releasing my work to more of the world, to hosting more events, to teaching, to really digging into the community more. Every bit of the book, even the things that I had never experienced in my life, resonated deep within me.

One sees the portrait of a girl, then woman, willing to throw herself into her chosen life. Willing to step off the precipice into the darkness, because maybe the darkness holds a better life, or a new experience. She even sees the true value in failing hard, at love, at life, for “When your ego is pulverized into an unrecognizable mush, it becomes compost for your future. You have the chance to reimagine yourself.”

I have had my ego pulverized, and have reimagined. I've been in a process of reimagining for the past two years in fact.

“Coop, you narcissist, this isn't about you.”

Could someone please remove Dylan from the chamber?

The outcome of the individual threads of Polly's life are almost inconsequential to us as a reader. (Though not, I imagine, to Polly herself. One must remember that a memoir includes [one would assume]a vast majority of truth.) Not because we don't care, but because of the way the story is told, ends lead to beginnings, later chapters lead to earlier ones along the timey wimey timeline, and it's all a Möbius strip, cycling through.

It saddens me that Mission Control was evicted from its space. That means I can never go back to a place that was central to my understanding of kink. I know I am not alone in feeling that loss. Polly mentions this in the final Epilogue to the book. (Spoilers!) But even then, she's positive, because it's not about the stuff, it's about the people. It all comes back to community.

Polly: Sex Culture Revolutionary gave me hope, made me recognize myself and my struggles, made me recognize us and our struggles. She allows that we may be crazy, we lunatic music makers and dreamers of dreams, but we can change the world in little pockets. So we ought to.

As an unknown voice assures her at the very end of this wonderful book: “Be brave, little one. You can do it.”

Thanks, Polly.

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About Cooper Cooper S. Beckett is the co-founder and host of Life on the Swingset: The Podcast since 2010, author of swinging & polyamory novels A Life Less Monogamous and Approaching The Swingularity, and memoir My Life on the Swingset: Adventures in Swinging & Polyamory. He teaches and speaks on swinging, polyamory, pegging, play parties, and coloring outside the boundaries of your sexuality. He is a graphic & web designer, photographer, and voice over artist, has been a guest expert on Dan Savage’s Savage Lovecast, & is the announcer of Tristan Taormino’s radio show Sex Out Loud. He is currently working on two instructional non-fiction books, one about beginning non-monogamy, and another about pegging.


  1. I love Cooper’s writing as I hear his voice in my head as I read it, not Dylan’s (lol). I look forward to reading this book! It’s going on my list right now.

  2. So I first met then fell in love with Polly on the CarnalCopia podcast last night on the ride home from work.

    Imagine my surprise when I saw this review today.

    And then, to find out I could win a copy of the book by commenting.

    Can the day get any better?

    Well, yes it could. This obvious pander to get the signed copy could work. (It is a Thursday after all, so winning a signed copy of a book is a decent level at which to set the bar Now if this were a Saturday, well, sorry Polly, the bar there is pretty high).

    But seriously, the concepts of reinventing ones self and of forming community are two that have been on my mind a lot lately. If I don’t win, I will buy the book anyway. Heck, maybe I could get a mercy signing then.

    Anyway, anyone who can come out with “For Christs’ sake can’t we just have cocktails and fuck” has to be loved.

    Any woman who, in that lovely British accent can come out with ‘verklempt’ *demands* to be loved. This is not my grandmother’s Yiddish any more.

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