Heinlein’s depiction of sexual liberation in that novel seems pretty progressive at first glance until you realize
- He clearly has some serious hangups about homosexuals, and
- The book’s depiction of said liberation tends to read like something written by a guy who just wants to get laid more but without any consequences or accountability. (A later passage heavily implies that Valentine’s cult was “technically guilty” of statutory rape, but come on the squares just need to get over that already.)
