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It's Not "Disloyal" To Say There Are Some Things That Feel Better Than Sex

Following up on my previous post, it felt really good to run, by the way. It always used to hurt but after a couple of serious attitude adjustments and a couple of tips from friends I started up again a couple of weeks ago. Today I made it all the way around a nearby lake for the first time in maybe 10 years. Felt really good to run. But it also felt really good to relax and unwinde in the aforementioned comfy chair in the aforementioned brilliantly sunny, quiet office.

My big epiphany this evening, by the way, is that sex feels really, really good but it’s not the only activity, not even the only physical one, that feels that way. And now eight or ten hours after running I’m still feeling a warm endorphin rush. Eight hours after even the best sex and I’m… mostly ready for more sex.

Again, that’s not to say sex isn’t pretty darn nice, and I’m actually a little worried that you’re going to read this and say “he’s saying sex isn’t that great.” But it is great. It’s just there’s other stuff that’s really, really great too. And I think, or at least I’m considering, that we overweight sex with so much other significance that we (ironically) feel guilty and/or crazy and/or maybe even “kinky” about admitting there could be anything that could compete with it. :-)

p.s. The shower afterwards felt pretty darn good. So did washing my hair… and so does when someone else washes your hair… and so does…

Well, you tell me the things that comes close to, well, coming for you.

Not So Much Drinking to Forget as Much as Not Drinking to Remember

Abby Spector, guest-posting at Em & Lo: Sex. Love. And Everything in Between. has the one really critical takeaway about sex and alcohol.

I’m being honest, I’m not planning on swapping my flask for a carton of soy milk anytime soon — I’m still in college, for chrissake.

But what I am trying to teach myself is that every positive experience I’ve had while intoxicated, I am capable of achieving sober. Alcohol is a permission slip, but nobody is stopping me from signing those permission slips myself, in the clear light of day. My bisexuality was not hiding in a keg — it was there all along. Alcohol simply provided the burst of confidence I needed for self-acceptance.

Here’s a toast to the joy of uninhibited sobriety. Because the only thing better than awesome, toe-curling, uninhibited sex is awesome, toe-curling, uninhibited sex that you can remember in exquisite detail the next morning.

She said it here.

I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I pretty much quit drinking when I turned 21. So its been a while (turns out I have a defective gene for the enzyme that metabolizes alcohol) but Spector really brings home what’s important about drinking and sex.

It’s not so much that one shouldn’t (that would just be my sour grapes since I can’t) as that for an awful lot of us alcohol gives us an excuse to do stuff we’d… at least be willing to try anyway.

With the added advantage you mention of having more memorable experiences to remember… and fewer we wish we could forget. :-)

Personal PR Pitch for Vasectomies

Intern Katy of Jezebel says (emphasis mine)

Unfortunately, the vasectomy is hard to sell, according to doctors. Many men, like Michael Lewis, author of Home Game: An Accidental Guide to Fatherhood, view the procedure as somewhat akin to castration. Lewis says his own vasectomy made him feel like a “traitor to [his] sex.

She said it here.

Well, he’s got the traitor to his sex part right.

Seriously? The guy’s supposed to be some great big-swinging dick reporter? (He actually introduced the term “big swinging dick” to financial reporting in Liar’s Poker!) He’s supposed to be good enough to report credibly on Iceland’s entire economic meltdown after a long weekend spent there but in 49 years he can’t even figure out how his own penis works? W the F?

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More from Katy’s source (USA Today, I think, but visit her post and follow the links.)

Myths about vasectomy persist. The biggest, doctors say, is that it will lower testosterone levels and affect sexual function and desire. “We still spend a lot of time explaining that there is absolutely no effect on sexual function or libido,” [University of Illinois at Chicago professor Lawrence] Ross says.

Yeah, like I had any less testosterone when I got my first vasectomy?

Like I had any more after my reversal?

Like I have any less after my follow-up vasectomy?

I don’t think so.

Actually I’m pretty sure when it comes to testosterone I’ve got plenty. If I had anymore I’d grow antlers.

Hey, you want the inside scoop on what vasectomies have done to my sex life? Wanna know what women have generally done to my penis after seeing those little scars?

Raunchy things.

Lascivious things.

Exotic things.

Loving things.

Enthusiastic things.

Repeated things.

Repeated things.

More repeated things.

Eager things.

Things that by and large have felt very, very good!

But most importantly?

Exactly the same things they wanted to do before I had them.

Except more frequently. Because for a man, before or after, there’s really no… well… fucking difference between having a vasectomy and not having one except neither he nor his partner needs to worry about anymore, um, “innocent byproducts.”

Than they already have.

Than they already wanted.

Than they already planned.

Sheesh!

Katy says

Despite the fact that the vasectomy is a safer, simpler process than female sterilization, more women undergo sterilization surgery than men (half of women using birth control ages 40-44 had had their tubes tied, while only 20% of men that age have). It seems that the vasectomy has a real PR problem.

Seriously! More sex more often? Zero concern about unplanned, unwanted pregnancies? Less stressed out partners? No impact on testosterone? Opportunity to call Michael Lewis a wuss? What more PR do you possibly need?

Sheesh!

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

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

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.

Research You Can Use

TheGiantSquid of Research Blogging – All Topics – English says

Men with infected scrotums less desirable to women!

Stating the obvious, but still nice to have the data. Ours being a shallow society, the ‘marriageability’ of somebody with a filarial hydrocele (only click if you’re not eating your breakfast and you have a strong stomach) is probably not that high. The severe impact on sexual function, as well as the obvious cosmetic challenges, make them low on the list of potential suitors for young ladies.

Read the quote in context here.

Despite the light tone of the introduction the post itself is about a serious issue in India and other tropical countries where filariasis (which in extreme cases results in elephantiasis) is chronic.

What the researchers in this study did is ask the community how they felt about people with hydroceles. The results are unsurprisingly sad. 94% of wives of patients were dissatisfied with their sexual life, and that these men are overwhelmingly the ‘last choice’ for marriage. 94% of the patients themselves reported sexual frustration, with 88% reporting severe pain during intercourse. The morbidity of this disease is clearly profound, and most of the sufferers don’t have appropriate psycho-social support groups to help them out.

The illness is a disability. Sufferers, and their partners, have psychological and social issues and not just medical ones.

Hot Sex Without Holding Hands

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.”

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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:

If you’re an adult you can click here to see a probably-not-work-safe image.

The Word of the Day is Interlocking

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]

Creationists, Evolutionary Psychologists Share Same Faulty Gene Via Common Ancestor?

Amanda Marcotte of Pandagon takes on the barkingly stupid but highly predictable assertions Ken Blackwell during his appearance on a Chris Matthews segment about abortion and contraception.

Ken Blackwell has nothing at all to add to this, of course. He just screams about how he and his are going to pray away female sexuality, and it’s just a matter of time. It’s mildly useful that Blackwell openly admits and downright brags about how he and his are basically against women having sex and that the only form of birth control they’ll tolerate is the pill you hold between your knees.

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Blackwell’s argument against the existence of non-procreative sexual intercourse is actually kind of funny, though.  He comes right out and says we should abstain as a way to differentiate ourselves from other animals.  In my experience, however, wearing clothes, speaking, and walking upright tend to be enough to signal to other humans that I am not a lemur or a newt.

It’s all good, you can read it here.

Not to mention that we also differentiate ourselves from the animals by…

... having non-procreative sex!!!!

Sheesh!

By the way, drawing all sorts of conclusions about mate selection among other totally disparate species would be a lot easier if the creationists were right and we could just pray away all interest in non-procreative sex.

Screw You John Derbyshire and Happy Birthday to Me


Photo by Flickr user figleaf (hey that’s me!) Used under a Creative Commons license.

Tim Fernholtz of TAPPED takes evident Lolita fetishist culture-of-youth nostalgist arch-conservative blogger John Derbyshire to task for proposing (I kid you not) that the real problem with healthcare costs is that people keep wanting to live longer, healthier lives!

Fernholtz nicely takes down Derbyshire’s actual proposal, including especially the fantasy that preventative care is the significant factor in rising healthcare costs. Which is perfectly appropriate for a post on a public-policy-oriented political blog.

I on the other hand would like you to consider Derbyshire’s premise!

[I] simply can’t understand why people want to live into their eighties. ... You run around for a few years having as much fun as your circumstances allow. Then you get married and have kids. You give the kids as much as you can to get them started in life. After that you’re pretty superfluous; and, as VDH says, you start paying for the follies of youth. After about sixty it’s pretty much diminishing returns, far as I can see.

Read the quote in context, and find original links, here.

OMG I feel sorry for Derbyshire’s partner! Heck, I feel sorry for Derbyshire! Although I’m a big grateful for the illumination he provides into the classic (non-evangelical) conservatism mindset about quality of life.

It’s not a trivial mindset. At all! It’s major, deeply rooted in Western conservative philosophy, with policy implications out the wazoo.

If your view of life is that we (men especially for Derbyshire, but really everyone) are here to, basically, irresponsibly raise hell until “somebody” gets pregnant, whereupon life effectively ends except for rearing the next generation of short-lived mayflies, then.. yeah, why waste a nickel extending life expectancies but also…

- children become literally the wages of sin!

- contraception and abortion aren’t just immoral or wrong, they’re cheating!

- adolescent male irresponsibility isn’t a bug it’s a feature! (I’d say adolescent female irresponsibility would be covered as well though I suspect Derbyshire wouldn’t.)

- reproductive sex after marriage must be, at best, dutiful. Non-reproductive sex after marriage doesn’t just go against nature, it’s greedy and selfish

- adultery isn’t just cheating on one’s partner it’s cheating on this natural order of things

- sex and sexual attraction and sexual attractiveness after 20, let alone 38, let alone 68 are simultaneously inconceivable and intolerable.

- Because, you know, once children come along all joy must drain from life.

- Oh yeah, and, lacking the emergency brake of pregnancy, male and female homosexuality makes one “gay” in the sense of “care free.”

- Divorce… going back “on the market” is unfair double-dipping.

- Choosing sexual partners becomes like musical chairs — critical because once you’re pregnant the music stops and you have to sit down. If the chair’s wobbly, or absent, your life’s ruined.

- Which is all the more reason for society in general and families in particular to manage young people’s activities and, as much as possible, control their access to each other.

- And keep young people as ignorant as possible about what happens when you have sex. Because what we think of as sexual responsibility they see as prolonging the necessary but lamentable period of (unproductive?) hedonism.

- teen pregnancy is to be deplore, of course, but only in terms of its interference with family preferences for “suitable matches.” Otherwise it’s actually kind of laudable because so long as the pregnancy isn’t terminated, pesky youthful, jealousy-inspiring hedonism is.

- all compensation after pregnancy must be derived through earnings and/or ladies-lunching

And on and on and on.

Here’s the tricky part, though. That’s a mindset that obsessed with sex. One that organizes human existence around sex! Sure, most of the organization is about not having it, and more to the point insuring that others aren’t having it, but it’s organization none the less.

This as opposed to sex as just a single element in a normal, ordinary, long, productive, and — sorry John — healthy life.

Just about any way you care to measure it I’m sexier, happier, healthier, and more socially productive as a middle-aged father than I ever was in my “bloom” of youth. Chances are very good you will be too. Unless, I guess, you make John Derbyshire’s choice and resolve to be miserable, and sex obsessed, for the final 50-70 years (or, he would prefer — and no wonder! — less) of your life.

Update: I should have added that there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with actual, coherent-philosophically based conservatism. Sometimes I want to stand athwart the tracks of progress and cry ‘stop.’ But! There are a couple of threads that run through it that rather starkly contradict it’s premises.

The Derbyshire approach, which defines (in his infamous “Lolita” post) a 38-year-old Jennifer Aniston as a hag by definition and therefore by definition conventionally visually unattractive, has the reverse-conservative effect of… effectively sanctioning hypocrisy. There is nothing at all about a particular age, for grown men or women, that is in fact by definition unattractive, particularly to said individual’s contemporaries. Consequently to adopt Derbyshire’s conservative view of human sexuality past the age where we barely begin to come of age is either to live a lie or to live a crime. Which would be fine if your conservatism effectively defined virtue as a lost cause. But there are plenty of equally moral but considerably lower human-cost ways to live in the world.

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