Until a short time ago, as long as Winston had been able to recognise that he was aware of such things, the Party had enforced strict austerity in all sexual matters. Sex was regarded in the many slogans of Big Brother as something to be done only out of dispassionate necessity, strictly within the bounds as laid out by the Ministries of Love and Plenty. Proles and Party Members alike were expected to have goodsex and avoid sexcrime.
Winston knew no trifle as mere as reality could stand in the way of The Party. The truth was as malleable as soft pencil lead, and just as easily broken, snapped and shaved to a new point. Just as wind could blow in a new direction, so could one wake in Oceania and, overnight— or even in as small a span as a single sentence, find the Party have seamlessly declared a new paradigm, and the past was rewritten by the Ministry of Truth to ensure that it had always been so.
Big Brother now endorsed sexual deviancy and depraved fetishes with the same radical fervour they had previously been suppressed by. Nowadays there wasn't a whorish thought going unfulfilled on the Island; not an erotic fancy unsatisfied nor obscene desire denied. With chastity chastised by Party doctrine, people indulged their perverse appetites without any guilt whatsoever. But, as ever, no individual discretion was tolerated. All had to march in lockstep to the whims of the Party.
It was said one week that Big Brother's preference was for women with exceptionally large breasts and who were insatiable in their lust. The following week, Big Brother had always been passionate for women with modest, well-proportioned chests and the posters had to be hastily edited and plastered over, the buxom public murals chiseled to conformity. A fortnight later, the obsession shifted to extolling the virtues of youth, and all Party Members were to be seen with as young a partner as possible.
Presently, Big Brother