intercourse

Love and Real Estate Law, Property and Deeds

Tue, 2011-04-05 17:10

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While meditating on the notion of "ownership" in relationships (as in "my partner" or "be mine, valentine," or "one way / or another / I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha") Emily Nagoski says of the construction as it relates to heterosexuality in particular

...another predisposing factor, I think, is the nature of penetrative intercourse. Putting, say, your penis in someone else’s vagina… I mean, I can see how that’s like staking a claim, marking territory, like planting your flag on the moon. Add that to the nature of attachment and it doesn’t surprise me that our culture has generated a narrative of ownership in sex.

Source: Sex Nerd

I guess “staking your claim” works for penises and possession. Even though penises aren’t actual “stakes” at all. But “pocketing your prize” would work for vaginas and possession. Even though vaginas too are only “pockets” in the metaphorical sense.

So it’s funny how we easily we grasp the former but not the latter metaphor for sex.

Anyway, perhaps speaking only for myself, to the extent there's a moment of “possession” it has nothing to do with genitals.

It happens when I put my arms around a partner and pull her close… and she lets me. That can happen as easily on a ballroom floor as in the bedroom.

By the time we get to blending penises and vaginas, or even just lips and tongues, it’s no longer about the property it’s about the deed.

I strongly recommend looking at sex that way.  Particularly heterosexual intercourse.  We already tend to overload sex with so much other meaning.  Why load it down with ownership as well?!?!

More Traditional Values is to Women's Blues After Sex as More Cold, Wet Bedding is to Hypothermia

Mon, 2011-04-04 14:52

Uggh! Hugo Schwyzer says

My friend Monica sent me a link to this MSNBC story: Post-coital blues plague a third of young women. Based on a very small sample of 200 young Australians, researchers at the Queensland Institute of Technology found that 1 in 3 women had felt post-intercourse melancholy at least once, and 1 in 10 experienced it regularly.

It’s easy to point out the obvious problem with the study: the sample is very small, for instance, and the focus on intercourse to the exclusion of other forms of sexual activity is problematic. But the real impact of these studies is in how the mainstream media report them, and the danger here is that a small and relatively inconclusive project can get framed as “sex makes women sad.”

Source: Hugo Schwyzer

Hugo nicely dismantles the inclination that makes conservatives say "but of course!"

I'd like to briefly dismantle the logic:

My guess is that a report saying instead that between two thirds and nine tenths of all women usually or always feel good after intercourse — or even that they just don’t feel bad — would make an awful lot of tradition mongers somewhere between unhappy and outright angry.

But let’s take the assertion as a given and spend even five seconds reflecting on how “traditional” attitudes might affect women’s experience of intercourse. I can think of three right off the bat.

First: the traditionalist model of sex as transactional — women “sacrifice” sex, gratifying their husband’s “needs” in exchange for financial and even physical support. And since under that model women’s experience of sex is intended to fall somewhere on a spectrum from the obligation to pay rent and the chore of mopping the kitchen the surprise is not that a third would feel depressed but that two thirds wouldn’t! (And let’s not even talk about the letdown women are supposed to feel if the task of “pre-marital” intercourse doesn’t shorten the time to a marriage proposal.) Ugh!

Second: there’s not much margin for success in the traditionalist model of sex as romantic fulfillment of True Love wherein if bells don’t ring, especially the first time, then something’s wrong with the relationship.

Three: in the traditionalist model of sex women aren’t the “gatekeepers” of MRA mythology but goalies against which men may only win by “scoring” or at worst tie by not scoring whereas women may only lose by being “scored” against or at best tie by preventing a score. Thus in the traditional model the same act that leads a man to celebrate leads to women’s shame.

And yet in each case the conservative traditionalist’s proposal is more tradition — more sense of fee for service, more romantic idealism, and more shame and loss. No surprise then that their proposed solution for poverty is more privation.

Screw that!

Even PIV Intercourse is a Whole Body Experience

Sat, 2009-12-26 22:54

Holly of The Pervocracy says

I so often hear sex described in terms of genitals. Sex is all about penis and/or vagina, and everything else is trappings. (Especially for men, because lol men only want warm holes lol.) This is, to me, a bit like saying running is something you do with your feet. Feet are important for running, yes, but if you think your arms and hips and lungs and heart just sit there…

She said it here.

I like this paragraph a lot. Progressive sex educators spend a reasonable amount of time pointing out that there’s more to sex than penis-in-vagina intercourse. And that’s perfectly true. What I like about Holly’s perspective is that penis in vagina intercourse isn’t just about penises and vaginas either.

Intercoursing the Penguin: Spam as Metaphor

Fri, 2009-05-22 14:09

Although I’m more partial to quoting irrelevant bits of Gilbert and Sullivan this Monty Python dinosaur seems appropriate to my recent spate of ejaculation-during-PIV-intercourse posts.

Customer A:
Morning,

Waitress:
Morning.

Customer A:
What have you got?

Waitress:
Well, there’s
Egg and spam
Egg, bacon and spam
Egg, bacon, sausage and spam
Spam, bacon, sausage and spam
Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam
Spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam tomato and spam
Spam, spam, spam, egg and spam
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam.

Or Lobster Thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce served in a provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and a fried egg on top and spam.

Customer B:
Have you got anything without spam?

Waitress:
Well, the spam, eggs, sausage and spam
That’s not got much spam in it

...

Customer A:
Why can’t she have eggs, bacon, spam and sausage?

Customer B:
That’s got spam in it!

Customer A:
Hasn’t got much spam in it as spam, eggs, sausage and spam has it?

Customer B:
Could you do me eggs, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam, then?

Waitress:
Yeeeeeccccch!!

Customer B:
What do you mean ‘yeeeccchhh?’

...

It’s not that there’s anything wrong with spam.

Seriously, there’s nothing wrong with spam! It’s basically just pork sausage steamed with juniper berries, and made fresh instead of canned, and partnered with the right dishes and libations, it’s marvelous.

So it’s not that there’s anything wrong with spam, it’s just that assuming every meal has to have spam in it, trying to work “different” approaches that… still end up with spam in it… that it doesn’t even count as eating if it doesn’t have spam in it… sounds, um, familiar. :-)

Examining the Other Side of the "For Procreation Only" Equation

Wed, 2009-05-20 16:14

A little earlier today I mentioned a post by Britni Danielle expressing how she’s keen on most things about hetero sex, except…

I absolutely love when a man comes on my tits or stomach. I adore being covered in come. I also love when a man comes in my mouth. I think it’s totally hot. I don’t necessarily love having someone come on my face, but if it’s someone I’m dating and he really wants to, I’ll let him. So where do I HATE when a guy comes? Inside me (without a condom).

I think it’s absolutely repulsive. I think it’s messy. I hate that it drips out for the next hour, whether it’s onto the bed or into your underwear and you have to sit in it all day.

Read the quote in context here.

She continues…

But honestly? I think that it may be partially related to my complete aversion to having children. I think that I associate someone coming inside with procreation or babies or pregnancy or something. ... Now of course I know that there are sperm in precum and blah blah blah, and I’m on the pill which is 99.9% effective and blah blah blah, but I still hate the thought of someone coming inside me. Even if it’s someone that I’m really emotionally connected to and intimate with.

When you add it all up it does seem like — however nice PIV/ejaculation might be — that there’s an almost… disorderly emphasis put on that one particular activity.

I can think of a couple of obvious reasons why. The most circular being that it’s the most “natural” form of sex. Or, its sociobiology/evolutionary-psychology form, it’s the most “genetically wired.” But I can also think of a couple of other ones: a thousands-of-years-old, intense legal and doctrinal fascination with restricting sex “except for procreation.” The equally ancient tradition of male “semen conservation“ for health, vitality, and old-age would be another. (I’ve mentioned elsewhere that in the peak of Victorian-era hysteria it was believed in Europe, England and the United States that “as much as ten ejaculations a year” could be fatal to a healthy adult male!) The old Monty Python song “Every Sperm is Sacred,” in other words, had (and in many cultures still has) an entirely secular side as well.

One nice side effect of the Protestant Reformation in the West was an overturn of the idea of sex only for procreation. And men have demonstrated, um, repeatedly that semen “conservation” has few if any benefits at all. Add the substantial risks of unwanted, unplanned pregnancy, the increased risk of transmission of some STIs, the inconvenience and mess born mostly by the recipient and the point that there are actually more pleasurable ways for both men and women to have orgasms together and… it’s worth, well, reconsidering our obsession with the practice.

Except for procreation, of course. :-)

Update: For the record, since my enthusiasm might be mistaken for stridency, after complaining about the notion that we should always limit “normal” sex to PIV intercourse to ejaculation I’m not turning around and saying we should never do so. I am, however, questioning its centrality and the assumption — especially in the face of quite a bit of contrary evidence — that it’s the easiest, most natural or (according to DSM proposals) least “abnormal,” or best thing people can decide to do together.

I’m also aware that a lot of the alternatives sound a whole lot like the dismal, almost universally self-induced “money shots” of pornography. To that I’ll just say that the “money shot” of porn is to male orgasm what the rest of porn is to real adult sex: highly stylized activities designed almost exactly to be more exciting to watch than to do in real life.

Revealing the Source of a Hidden Assumption in Some of My Recent Posts

Wed, 2009-05-20 08:13

So I realize I’ve done a couple of posts in the last week that were all related to a stealth brain-changing post from Britni Danielle of Oh My God, That Britni’s Shameless who said

I absolutely love when a man comes on my tits or stomach. I adore being covered in come. I also love when a man comes in my mouth. I think it’s totally hot. I don’t necessarily love having someone come on my face, but if it’s someone I’m dating and he really wants to, I’ll let him. So where do I HATE when a guy comes? Inside me (without a condom).

Read the quote in context here.

My post about Shere Hite and her view that depictions of men in porn are impoverished compared even to, for instance, their sexual expression while they’re masturbating, the one linking to Guttmacher’s Rachel K Jones assessing withdrawal as contraception, one about heteronormative assumptions embodied in proposed revisions to the DSM, and even the one from Em & Lo questioning why stains from women’s menstrual blood are more problematic than “wet spot” semen stains after intercourse were each influenced by Britni’s post questioning the utility and/or desirability not of PIV intercourse but PIV intercourse culminating in male ejaculation as the default/desirable/fallback/ultimate sex act.

Many of the above posts have sparked cool conversations in comments. Other comments have (not-unreasonably, considering) questioned my judgment for being, for instance, so sanguine about “withdrawal.” There’s a longer answer, which would be the possibly radical idea that intercourse itself should be employed as “foreplay,” but the shorter answers lead back to Britni’s post.

Hot Sex Without Holding Hands

Mon, 2009-04-20 17:53

Kink In Exile tackles head on the masturbation question that’s been percolating around the intertubes (and, obviously, in real life) recently

Someone did in fact ask why it might be hard for some people to orgasm with a partner if most of their orgasms have been through masturbation. I should first clarify that question to say “...if they can masturbate to orgasm successfully.”

...

The way people masturbate is often different from the mechanics of partnered sex. You may have learned to masturbate in an environment of secrecy and so you do it quickly, but find that partnered sex doesn’t allow you to reach that tempo. Or maybe you find an angle from which to approach your own genitals that feels soo good, but is harder to do with partnered sex. Your body gets used to the way you’ve been getting it off and expects that kind of contact; you change things up, don’t go fast enough, or don’t hit the right spots and suddenly it doesn’t work. Keep in mind also that many women can’t orgasm from vaginal penetration alone. So what do you do? Pay attention to how you masturbate, how your partnered sex looks and what physical differences exist there in. You can then try masturbating in a way that is more reflective of partnered sex or adding toys to partnered sex to make sure you’re hitting all the right spots.

She said it here.

There’s been a fair amount of conversation lately about the merits and demerits of masturbation as it relates to partnered sex. Given that masturbation is now effectively mainstream… as is conversation about sexual function and dysfunction… it’s a good time to talk about integrating solo and partner sex competency instead of imagining they are or should be separate.

At least for women back in the 1970s Shere Hite announced a strong correlation between learned masturbation position and, I think, orgasms during intercourse. (Darn it I’m probably going to have to look it up now.) Anyway, I distinctly remember her saying something about women who learned to masturbate in face-down or curled-up, upper-legs-crossed positions having difficulty and thinking yeah, that could be a problem. Although that was so long ago now that rear-entry intercourse was still largely considered a (demeaning, intimacy-avoiding) kink.

I had a little epiphany about sex and masturbation a couple of years ago, based on remarks from someone who said she never got off on intercourse and so she’d wait till her partner was asleep and then masturbate really surreptitiously. That experience was probably more unusual for men but since the advent of Prozac and other anti-depressants many men need a manual override to have orgasms during partner sex as well. There’s also, as you hint, a bit of a subculture among young men (at least) who might fantasize madly about whoever they’re oriented to… but in practice prefer the pace and, possibly, the auto-focus of masturbation. Oh, and finally, there are any number of people in kink who don’t care for or who even actively dislike, say, being beaten black and blue while it’s happening,_ who nevertheless get off hard in anticipation, on recollection, or both. So my epiphany was that we ought to get over the idea that we ought to reconsider not just the 70’s notion of “simultaneous orgasms” as ideal but the idea that intercourse is the “right” way to have orgasms at all.

The key, though — one that Hite missed or disregarded in her post — is that just because you develop one set of neural pathways to orgasm (through this position or that sensation) it doesn’t mean that’s the only way you’ll ever be able to do it. The obstacle, at least physically, is that it can take almost as long to grow the nerve pathways as it did to learn the first way. That’s fine if you mix it up while learning (something Betty Dodson talked about at least in her workshops.) It’s harder if you learn on the sly, if you’re uncomfortable or in denial about doing it at all, or if you get the idea (from porn, say, or bible-study classes) that it’s supposed to be this way instead of one’s own way. Or, preferably, ways.

None of this is to say orgasms during partnered sex is bad (in fact, as they say in the blogosphere, “heh.”) It’s just that as Kink In Exile points out, if you’re pretty good at having them by yourself, and if neither you nor your partner are brow-beaten and/or drum-beaten into being embarrassed that it might be so. And while I’d never make promises, who knows? Given that expectation stress and performance anxiety are major buzzkills, not worrying about it might even improve one’s odds with one’s partners.

See also:

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The Word of the Day is Interlocking

Tue, 2009-04-07 18:54

Heather Corinna of Scarleteen provides a cool answer to a fairly troubling question from a young man who says he can no longer have intercourse with his partner because, he says, “I think about what I’m doing I feel like I’m stabbing her, or performing some kind of violent act on her.”** In the process she introduces what I think is a really, cool, really effective new euphemism for intercourse.

I think it might help if you made some adjustments to the way you think about intercourse and sex as a whole.

You use the word penetration, and talk about what you’re doing as stabbing or a kind of invasion. I also hear you saying that sex is something you are doing to your partner or on your partner rather than with your partner, or as something you are doing together. You frame sex — as many people do, unfortunately — as something you have, rather than as something people actively and jointly do or create.

Physically, metaphysically, and often emotionally and intellectually (sometimes even spiritually), sex is about people and their bodies interlocking in any number of ways, and about BOTH sets of genitals (or other parts), both bodies, both people being actively engaged, doing something together, not about one person doing something to, on or at the other.

I know that can be quite the mental headstand when there are so many ideas and presentations of intercourse as men forcing themselves into women, as vaginas or vulvas as somehow passive and only penises as active, and with heterosexual sex, as what men do to women, how men dominate women, but those ideas come more from political agendas and sexism — and reactions to inequality and those agendas — than they do from what is really happening with intercourse or other sex when any two (or more) people are sharing an experience that is mutually wanted, about mutual pleasure and real connectivity.

She said it here.

Interlocking, huh? It’s a really great alternative to the someone-has-to-be-topping-the-other ways of saying it like penetration or engulfing.

Another nice thing about “interlocking” is it’s not heteronormative. Nor, for that matter, is it particularly genital-specific. One can interlock any number of ways.

Mmm, interlocking. The word of the day is interlocking.

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See also:

- the rest of Heather’s post for the rest of her gentler-than-he-may-deserve attitude adjustment. – an earlier Scarleteen post about the Etiquette of Entry

[** Buying into the idea that penetration is by-definition injuring doesn’t seem that different from not caring whether or not it hurts. —fl]

The Limitations of Only Hosting or Only Being Hosted

Wed, 2008-12-17 11:11

Em and Low of Daily Bedpost

We’ve said it before, we’ll say it again: Sex is not intercourse. So stop using the two words interchangeably! When we as a society do this over and over again, it gets into the collective unconscious and starts limiting how we imagine the possibilities of pleasure, especially for women. A majority of women (that’s more women than not!) don’t climax from intercourse, so why rush to get there when you can spend time on more rewarding acts? But make no mistake: it’s not like you gentlemen out there can’t enjoy the variety that comes from taking intercourse off its pedestal—hey, if the destination is orgasm, how could anyone complain about the journey there? (Indeed, how could anyone NOT call that “sex”?!)

Read the quote in context here.

Nicely, if heteronormatively**, said. I always like to go a bit further, though, and stress that “sex,” however you define it, also doesn’t automatically end with male ejaculation.

This is not, by the way, to buy into the idea that orgasms are just “harder” for women, or that women “need” foreplay. After all the “fore” in foreplay is short for the same old “before intercourse to male ejaculation” Em, Lo, all other right-thinking people, and I are trying to nudge out of first place.

Instead, as Em and Lo hint, if the point of sex was male ejaculation then “Jizz in My Pants“ would be an instructional video and we could all go home. Since there’s almost universal agreement that “ejaculation” and “sex” aren’t the same thing it’s not that much of a stretch to “intercourse” and “sex” aren’t the same thing either…

At which point you get quite a bit more latitude for enjoyment not just for women but for men too!

One last point about the benefits of confusing intercourse with sex. Among heterosexuals it’s overwhelmingly the case that “intercourse” is something that men do to their partners. Not necessarily a bad to do things to each other during sex, and I’m given to understand that many (though not all) women enjoy it for precisely the reason of feeling “done to.”

Thing is, though, that if for the most part “foreplay” means “getting ready for sex” and “sex” means “intercourse” and “intercourse” means “what the man does to the woman” then… well, where, exactly is the room for women to enjoy actively things, for men to enjoy actively being *done to?”

I mean, if (heterosexuals) can’t break out of that then we’re stuck in what amounts to one party always hosting dinner (using food as my favorite analogy again) and the other party always being the guest. Not that there’s anything specifically about that either (one reason I think it’s a good analogy.) It’s just… limited in the sense that neither side gets the full range of experience. Just for example: of planning what to make or bring or do, of anticipating what the other has planned; of making requests or alternately of soliciting them.

And, seriously, with sharing sex, just as with sharing food, the experience of breaking out of the “host” and “guest” roles provides further understanding, further appreciation, greater inspiration, closer connections, and consequently much richer, much deeper, and much greater pleasure. For all concerned.

[** Focusing on heterosexuality is just fine in this context, because for reasons that… don’t actually have as much to do with sex as it does with notions of reproduction heterosexual sex seems to be a lot more consistently… even institutionally!... and unnecessarily dysfunctional. —fl]

Non-alarm Clock Alternatives

Tue, 2008-10-07 20:12


Photo by Flickr user ginjil_lijing. Used under a Creative Commons license.

Bored Housewife says

It’s ok if you want to wake ME up for a fuck…
Sheepishly, hopefully.
He smiled up at me, as I sat here, watching the VP duh-bates on my computer.
I kissed the top of his smooth head and smiled back, giggling as I buried my face in his neck, giddy at the thought of it.
He just gave me a reason to go on Girl’s Night Out.
I was looking forward to it, but THAT, right there?
That was my golden egg, my reward, my treasure chest.
I don’t like to be woken up for anything, even sex, so he felt the need to point that out.
I’m oh so glad that he did.

This is just a snippet. Read the rest here.

Only a few short-term partners, and no long-term ones ever woke me up in the middle of the night for sex. The nicest, ever, was very early in my active sex life, before I’d gotten my vasectomy. It was summer, at a campsite with tons of other young adults. We’d met, hung out till late, made out passionately for hours, decided not to have sex because neither of us had birth control. Eventually we nodded off, still fully dressed, her sleeping bag under us, mine over, she nestling her head into my shoulder. A bit later I woke up with her on top of me, still in her t-shirt, undies on but jeans off, grinding against my nocturnal erection. Oddly I think it was her hair and hot, hot breath on my neck that woke me just… moments before she came and then, only a moment later I came too, into my jeans. And moments after that a few kisses and first she and then I were back asleep again.

I believe I’ve mentioned, repeatedly, how much I adore grinding like that while clothed. I’m pretty sure that was the first time, and certainly the first time a partner initiated it. It’s also the only time I ever came that way. But I digress.

What I really liked about Bored Housewife’s take on it is incorporating as a cap to her night out. Something like that happened one of the few other times someone woke me up for sex and it was also pretty great.

So anyway, yeah, middle of the night sex? I know it’s not for everyone but you could wake me up for that any time!

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