@Freida and
@Sweetleaf just... whoa. I've read both your posts and felt them intensely, I just can't respond right now.
@Hooper, your wife is a lucky woman :)
I think there's a difference between finding someone sexually attractive and objectifying them, and then between objectifying them and treating them like a literal object.
Forgive me, I'm going to speak in terms that might come across crass, but censoring my language is just going to make this less real.
Sexual desire is not innately objectifying. All those things you love about your wife? Bingo. They fuel your desire for her. That's healthy and brilliant.
I think sexual desire, particularly the desire of men towards women, is being (rightfully) challenged at this political/cultural moment, and good men are asking themselves if their desires are healthy and ethical towards the people in their lives. (Rubbish garbage people aren't, though.)
And then there are some sorts of sexual desire that are objectifying in nature, but not about treating that person as an object. If my sex partner says god I want your tits/arse, you look so hot in that skirt, any other variation on the theme, and they respect me as a human being, sure, it's objectifying, but it's okay.
Treating someone like an object because you're a raging sadist who gets off on the idea that this person is yours. Belongs to you like property. Does not have a mind of their own, or if they do it exists to be crushed and bent to your will. Only has a body to the extent that it's there for you to violate and harm and defile. Only feels pain because you want them to hurt. And if you're a sick bastard garbage-f*cking trash heap, and you get off on the fact that they don't want you to be doing what you're doing, and the only time you think about their feelings or thoughts is when you are literally using them to cause pain to them and crush them and dominate them against their will so you can get your rocks off, that goes right past sexual desire, objectifying or not, and crashes into treating them like a literal object.
I think it's a good metaphor but just writing this I feel like it's something even more sinister.
Like, the whole, yes you're capable of feeling pain and humiliation so while I'm doing that I'm enjoying it, but the second I stop I don't care, unless I'm filing away what you don't like for next time?
Kind of semi-sentient objects, like a Google Home speaker. Capable of response and dislike, but utterly forgettable.
Sorry bout the rant.