painful intercourse

Problems Less Talked About

Sun, 2008-06-22 13:18

So I blogroll-surfed my way into a previously-unknown-to-me realm of sex-and-relationship bloggers this morning, which is always fun because it’s a perpetual refutation of “nothing new under the sun.”

I found a new-to-me blog, The Ethical Slut (tagline “Once a slut now monogamous, engaged, and vaginally disabled.) There’s a lot of cool, irreverent, and highly salacious postery on her blog, and what I really like about it is there’s plenty of reality as well. And while this isn’t what her blog is about at all she’s dealing with vulvodynia — basically the catch-all phrase for genital pain in women.

Vulvodynia is simply pain of the vulvar/vaginal area. It won’t surprise anyone to know that while scientists have come up with a thousand pills for erectile dysfunction, women’s health is a shockingly low priority in the medical world.

Thus, vulvodynia is just a catch-all phrase for “we don’t know what the hell is wrong with your cooter.” While some women have pain of the clitoris (ouch!) or deep, internal pain, I’m in the vulvar vestibulitis syndrome camp.

She said it here

One of my middle-term partners developed vulvodynia and it definitely puts a kink in things. With her, like a lot of people, it just showed up one day — we took a break to see if that would help, and then a longer one, and eventually just stopped trying altogether. We maintained a pretty active sex life centered on a lot of mutual and parallel masturbation. One of my favorite “positions” had me lying on my back and her either straddling and grinding her vulva against my cock or, more often, my upper thigh while we madly kissed and fondled each other and whispered deep fantasies into each other’s ears. About once a month she’d get a strong urge for penetration that was almost always thwarted by her just bracing herself tensely and insisting “no I’m fine let’s do it” that… didn’t do much at all for my ability to move forward. At the time I thought it was “just” that she was in a cycle where tensing up because of pain the last time made the present time painful. Turns out it’s way more complicated than that.

But at least I’d heard about vulvodynia before reading this post. What I didn’t know about, that one of her commenters mentioned that there’s a corresponding and equally unexplained phenomena in men called chronic pelvic pain syndrome. He’s got it. He also mentions a site called Pelvic Pain Help which describes the feeling as a “headache in the pelvis” that maybe is caused by “overuse of the human instinct to protect the genitals, rectum, and contents of the pelvis from injury or pain by contracting the pelvic muscles.” (The commenter, Nick at Halcyonic, who’s also new to me, has it.)

At any rate, while my partner and I, like (it sounds like) Ethical Slut, and maybe like Nick, were able to find satisfying workarounds not everyone is so lucky.

At any rate, if you or your partner, male as well as female, has something like that going on it sounds like you’re really not alone. Turns out it’s something you could Google for more information about it, talk to your healthcare provider about it, and tell your partner about. (I’m guessing a heck of a lot of people of all genders don’t know there’s anyone they can talk to or that there’s anything that can be done.)

Cocked Hat and Other Body-Part Metaphors

Wed, 2008-01-09 08:37

Cool discussions in comments about the expectations about sex and pain for women last week. Here’s follow up to the general idea.

A lot of sexual metaphors, not to mention straight-ahead descriptions, create the impression that men’s cock are ramrods, pistons, yards, rods of steel, spears, spikes, and other sorts of things that split, spear, rip, tear into, and otherwise, um, hurt.

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before but… ever look at an erect cock up close though? When you look at the incredibly soft skin of the shaft, and the velvety, spongy, softly rounded glans, all perfectly formed to gently enter… the only human organ who’s sole purpose is to caress another…

...when you look at it, really look at it, the real marvel isn’t that such words as “prong” and “impale” are associated with cocks, or even that they might even seem appropriate given how many experiences of (hetero, first-time) vaginal, oral, or anal intercourse appear to involve discomfort and/or pain. No, taking a good look or, even better, a good feel of a cock that’s sort of surprising, sure, but not the most surprising thing.

Most surprising? I’d say the most marvelous part would be that anyone might brag about the kind of ineptitude it takes to hurt someone with your cock.

Sure, it’s possible to hurt someone — the places they’re most often used have sensitivities (if not the stereotypical delicacy) of their own whether labia, cervix, and ovaries, or anus and rectum, or tonsils and muscles of the throat — but the failure to imagine it could be any other way, to take pride in it?

Pretty weird.

Painless reminder

Mon, 2008-01-07 08:39

Just a quick follow-up to last weekend’s post about expectations of pain in women’s sexuality.

Years ago I was involved with a woman who kept mentioning submissive fantasies that were, for me back then, a little too harsh for me to comfortably register. Early on, various partners and I had pretty exhaustively tried pretty much everything in the original Joy of Sex, including, deliciously, the sensation-intentioned but still mostly vanilla bondage and role-playing sections. For instance we both enjoyed pulp mysteries and pulp science fiction but when she mentioned her affection for John Norman’s Gor novels I just chalked it down to her being able to handle worse pulp than I. (She also read romance novels which, again at the time, I snobbishly didn’t “hold against her.”)

In other words while she was clearly trying to tell me something when she’d mention her fantasies I was still, um, oblivious. And perhaps arrogant since, after all, I had read the whole Joy of Sex, right? So I didn’t notice the significance when she’d cross her raised hands though the rungs of the headboard during intercourse, even though she mentioned she liked to imagine being tied. And when she’d get more, and more, and more passionate when I pinched or twisted or pulled her nipples I was alternately alarmed and interested… imagining maybe she just had “deep” nerves or something. And when she’d say she preferred to start intercourse before she was very lubricated because, she said, it felt like she was “being taken” I just thought she was too wrapped in the inevitable virginity set pieces in those romance novels she also read.

In other words, as I say, I was flipping oblivious! I believed then (and, for that matter believe now) that if sex hurts you’re usually doing it wrong. The flaw being that I mistook “usually” for “ever.” Because some times a little, and sometimes a lot, of pain is part of the pleasure of sex.

Duly noted.

But! Even allowing for the proper definition of “usually” I’m sticking with my now only very slightly amended story: if you’re doing it right then sex with a partner shouldn’t hurt, unless by mutual agreement you do extra stuff together to make sure it does hurt for anyone who wants it to.

Given a chance, I’d do more than apologize to my erstwhile partner.

I mention this all as an exception that proves the rule. If I cluelessly refused to help my erstwhile partner make sex enjoyably painful for her, too many other people — men and women alike — take no steps to make unenjoyably painful sex less painful. Virginity? S’posed to hurt so why bother taking it easy, right? Not. Anal? *Totally supposed to hurt — that’s why Anal-Eze has benzocaine, right? Oh boy is that not right!

Just sayin’

[It’s a bit fashionable to gently mock Joy of Sex but on nearly every page the author brings home the point that sex is for the benefit and enjoyment of everyone who’s having it, and that (if you don’t enjoy it when it does, anyway) it shouldn’t hurt! That plus, assuming you’re heterosexual and can adjust to the by-now dated language and illustrations, there’s an astonishing array of suggestions in there. —fl]

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