sexual expectations

Defining Bad Sex

Tue, 2009-11-24 17:41

Summary: A discussion of different kinds of mostly physical “bad sex” from the depressing to light-hearted.

I’m a sometime contributor to the Wise Guy column from Em & Lo but not this week. Here’s my take on this week’s question.

“What’s the definition of bad sex?“

Read this week’s Wise Guy’s answers here.

First of all let’s get over the notion that a bad day of sex is better than a good day at the office. You might not remember a good day at the office but memories of bad sex can last a lifetime. Really bad sex can ruin good sex for the rest of your life.

One form of bad sex? When you’re too young or otherwise not ready for it. This can obviously include being forced into it but can also include forcing yourself because, say, you think you should or you think you won’t get another opportunity.

One of the Wise Guys, James, mentioned the archetypal drunken husband. I’m also thinking of the archetypal fathers, uncles, or even frat brothers who used to… and I hear sometimes still do… take very young men to brothels to “initiate” them or otherwise “make a man” of them. They think they’re doing the young man a favor but — based on my own near miss in 7th grade with some older neighbor boys who said the girl they knew was better than the women their fathers took them to — it can create lasting anxiety.

On a more prosaic level bad sex is sex when you’re each doing it for the other, it’s gone on too long, for whatever reason neither of you is going to come, and you’re both waiting for the other to finish and wondering how long they’re going to take.

On a more one-sided note, it was bad sex when your partner says either “are you done yet” or, after, “did you come?”

And on a humorous-only-in-retrospect note, it can be bad sex when the partner you rendezvous with right after she got off work had spent the afternoon chopping habanero peppers. It’s a good reminder that kink involves a lot of intentionality and planning, as opposed to one partner saying “ow, ow, what the heck, I’m burning up” followed by the other’s “arrrrr it’s on me too!” :-)

Seriously? Well, No, *Not* Seriously

Fri, 2009-05-22 14:47

We didn't even get to the continued fractions!
Image by XKCD.

Y’know how those “Million and One Sex Positions” manuals (all inevitably hetero) you see all over the place? The ones with either highly-stylized stick figures (some with translucent overlays) or else even more highly-stylized photographs of recruiting-poster-perfect people with model-blank expressions and static-figure positions? You know how they give you the impression this is All Serious Business because they’re just so stick-up-the-butt… well… All Serious Business?

Jayme Waxman of Sex Matters sets us straight in a nifty, off-the-cuff video post.

After overdosing on a slew of sex positions, here’s a random thought about why you would even try some of the most ridiculous of positions…

Sex Positions: It’s all about the smile from Jamye Waxman on Vimeo.

She said it here.

It’s startling sometimes just how entrenched the whole “for purposes of reproduction only” theory of sex is. Even when there’s no intention… or (since not all sex involves interlocking between fertile heterosexuals) no possibility of reproduction.

And I think, in the west at least, and it looks like a couple of the other major world cultures, it’s got a lot to do with philosophical or religious wariness of pleasure in the corporeal world. With the result that when it is discussed publicly it’s discussed soberly, non-salaciously, with an eye towards reproduction… or prevention thereof… for purposes of health… or prevention of disease… or more egalitarian allocation of “marital bliss.” And, most ‘specially, for purposes of education. Without which UR Duin it Wrong!

With the further result that the idea that some positions when someone says “are they serious” the correct answer might be “actually… no.” :-)

Theory and Practice

Sat, 2009-03-14 18:00

Well this is cool! Cheri of Secret Lovers Lane seems to be saying from experience what I was trying to say earlier mostly from inference.

Today I am working, cleaning and thinking. Maybe too much thinking….my body had a physical meltdown from all the stress and I am trying to relax a little. Slow down just a bit and soak in my life. Funny, how an affair can be better for your marriage. When a rendezvous ends, I manage to think about my life and the first thing I think about is WHY AM I MARRIED? You would think I would be thinking of divorce when I am having a hot affair but its the opposite for me. I am content at that time. How ironic that I think divorce when I end an affair. So, you see the moral of the story: Affairs can be good for a marriage or at least the dysfunctonal ones!!!

She said it here.

This being, what, the fourth or fifth post along these lines I should probably be clear I’m not saying “oooh, everybody should just go have affairs.” That would be as silly as saying everyone should just go be monogamous. And even if I was I wouldn’t be saying everyone should go be capital-P Polyamorous with all the formal intentionality that can go along with that. I am saying that whatever one decides to do should be undertaken with as much responsibility and respect for all concerned as one would undertake any endeavor with the potential to involve heart, head, hands, and naughty bits such that one’s loved ones and one’s self are reinforced rather than undermined.

The rest of Cheri’s post, which is actually mostly about gendered double standards, is also acutely intelligent.

Pornified... and Romance-ified!

Thu, 2009-01-08 23:23

Ezra Klein nails a fairly serious problem about a seemingly light-hearted subject (and gets a dig in at spotty researchers in the bargain.)

Of course romantic comedies harm your love life. They create unrealizable expectations for connection and intimacy. They feature the world’s most beautiful people speaking dialogue written by the country’s most talented screenwriters. But we didn’t need a methodologically shoddy study for this finding. We just needed to read more Emile Durkheim.

Durkheim called anomie “the malady of infinite aspiration”. His central idea was that human beings need regulation – a framework of informal and formal rules that set limits to what they are entitled to expect, for instance, in the form of economic rewards. It is an idea that contrasts sharply with the culture of capitalism, not least its US version.

The trick of romantic comedies is realism. The characters have to seem like real people. The situations have to be believable. The dialogue has to be ordinary. You need to be able to relate. But you end up relating to something utterly unachievable.

He said it here.

If you remember the height of the “porn wars” of the Reagan era it was fairly common for visual-porn advocates to point out a double-standard between condemnation of photography and illustration, which was generally labeled “male” and toleration of text (including, especially, romance novels) which was generally labeled “female.**”

Well. In at least one way that really matters, both sides were right. In terms of creating expectations romance novels and visual porn create expectations that, like those created by romantic comedies, are unrealizable.

Bit of a nuisance, that. (Can’t remember who but for instance someone the other day suggested the women of Sex In The City were typical in appearance.)

The difference, I think, between economic rewards and romanticized and/or pornified expectations is that whereas it might work to impose Durkheimian limits on generation of excess wealth, it’s unlikely that we’ll ever manage to limit porn or romance novels… let alone romantic comedies. What does tend to work, however, is realistic, comprehensive sex education… which, being comprehensive tends to educate students not only about sex but romance as well.

[** Never mind that even then there was at least a 30% overlap in both directions — everyone was still recovering from the 1970s where everything had to be painted either black or white. Also never mind that the big objection of anti-“porn” types, at least the non-evangelical feminist side of the evangelical/feminist coalition, was that unlike text which requires only imagination to produce, photography required people. And then, far, far less so than now, too many people in porn got figuratively as well as literally screwed. —fl]

In Other News Even Though Some Love It, Not Everybody Likes Italian Food Either

Thu, 2009-01-08 15:33

Via Rachel Kramer Bussel, John DeVore of The Frisky says in an article titled “Mouth Love Is Meh”

Blow jobs are overrated. There. I said it.

I think “meh” can be the right word. It’s not that there’s no such thing as a great blowjob, it’s that there’s not no such thing as one you don’t enjoy. (Key point: it doesn’t have to be their fault if you don’t enjoy it.)

What’s weird, or, maybe more accurately, significant, is that we feel compelled to duck rhetorically when we say it (as in “There. I said it.”) as if it was doctrinal heresy rather than a personal or even general insight.

I think DeVore, like me and like one of his commenters who said “Even if you don’t get off on mouth-love—and I rarely do—it still feels great,” are actually pretty average. Fellatio feels good; it’s hard to come that way… and therefore the doctrinal mania for receiving it comes from somewhere else.

Aside: about that “somewhere else.” Until not that long ago fellatio, in particular, was considered exceptionally coarse, the provenance of (then scorned) homosexuals and, oddly, of heterosexual lower/working-class customers of prostitutes. (For that matter it was often considered too coarse for prostitutes!**) Consequently no matter how nice it felt, nor how much fun it was to do, the barriers to either asking or giving were extraordinarily high. That, however, hasn’t been particularly true in mainstream culture for going on decades now. Yet the sense that it’s an accomplishment to receive one or, for that matter, a compromise to give one, persists. But I digress…

On the other hand the enjoyment in giving blowjobs, if it’s anything like my enjoyment of giving cunnilingus, makes a lot more sense: it’s fun, it’s a developable skill, and most important (and sort of reinforcing my point) it’s really great when you get it right. That last bit about “when you get it right,” when you think about it, belies the received wisdom that receiving oral is automatically the best sensation in the world.

Of course the same can be said, I believe, about cunnilingus… for many of the same reasons.

Anyway, any more than it’s true that the subset of those who enjoy receiving it overlaps perfectly those who’s partners enjoy performing it, neither is it true that the subset of those who feel “meh” about it overlaps perfectly those who’s partners don’t thoroughly enjoy doing it.

Point being

See also: Rachel Kramer Bussel for whom feeling “meh” about receiving fellatio is a deal breaker. And Britni Danielle who would far rather give than receive.

[** “...up to two decades ago Sydney prostitutes refused to offer French at all. The women expressed disgust at its suggestion and took affirmative action if the subject was raised. Lisa, who worked in the lanes in the 1960s, told me that at that time the guys just asked for straight sex and nothing else, no oral or anything, and if they did they would have got their heads kicked in. One girl got caught doing oral when I was on College Street (1950s) and she was smashed and left lying in the gutter.” Source: Working girls: prostitutes, their life, and social control/ Roberta Perkins
ISBN 0 642 15877 0 Canberra : Australian Institute of Criminology, 1991 (Australian studies in law, crime and justice series) —fl]

Dressing Down For Success

Thu, 2009-01-08 14:59

Holly Page of Whoopie School says something dear to my heart

Van Morrison said that girls get “dressed up for each other,” and never does that feel more real than when I get all dolled up to go out and Jason doesn’t notice. It is infinitely more baffling, though, when he finds me ravenously sexy in the morning. Maybe it’s the vulnerability or the naturalness of it all, I’m not sure. I can’t imagine that it’s the crusty eyes and disheveled hair. But whatever it is, this man finds me irresistible when I just wake up. It makes it hard to get out of bed.

I find him most sexy when he’s leaving, like when he’s going into the office for the day or heading out with friends. The moment before he walks out the door, I see him as others see him – dark messy hair, unshaven face, mischievous eyes – sexy as hell. He’s no longer the ridiculous man who didn’t empty the dishwasher; he’s mysterious and attractive. It makes it hard for him to get out the door.

The media would have you believe that there is only one way to be sexy; namely, that you have a perfect body, pouty lips, and bedroom eyes. But what we really find sexy is never as rigid as the poses in the Victoria’s Secret catalog. Sometimes silly is sexy; sometimes vulnerable is sexy; sometimes angry is sexy; sometimes messy is sexy.

If you’ve ever been desired despite (or because of) forgetting to shave, wearing sweatpants, crying all day, being sick, or whatever other unattractive thing you can think of, then you know what I mean. And I’ve learned that you don’t have to feel your sexiest to be sexy; sometimes it feels good to be wanted beyond all reason, and to give in.

She said it here.

I love that line “the media would have you believe that there’s only one way to be sexy…”

Seriously! Think about all those folks take the pre-dawn “walk of shame” lest their partner see them with the bed hair it might have taken his or her partner all night to create with a hundred caresses, a thousand kisses, and one… three… uncounted avalanches of sheet-twisting desire and cascades of sighs! Think of what they’re missing — what they’re denying not only themselves but their partners as well.

Calculations Graphed On the ("Eating At the") Y Axis

Wed, 2009-01-07 15:07

Megan of Jezebel briefly explains what… really shouldn’t be a mystery in the first place.

Brazen Careerist’s Penelope Trunk examines the correlation between women getting oral sex and how much money they make. As if you needed another reason to ask for a raise!

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...I think it’s worth noting that societies that allow and even encourage women to achieve educationally and professionally are also societies in which women have (some and increasingly more) autonomy over their lives and their bodies. If you are free to pursue your own life, your own career and your own relationships, then you are also more and increasingly free to pursue sexual pleasure. So, I’d agree with Trunk’s editor that while there is likely a statistical correlation between women’s income level and cunnilingus rates, the correlations is probably due more to the fact that these women are increasingly less likely to take up sexual roles proscribed by traditions that specifically discourage them from outside employment and equal earning power.

Read the quote in context here.

Not that everybody sees it this way. Megan raises another point:

Trunk’s (male) editor added this:

“Let’s assume that men give oral sex only because women ask for it. That’s probably 95% true. Then who asks for it? Women who consider themselves at least equally deserving of that sort of consideration -the women who are going to be better earners because they are educated enough to know that they deserve it (both the income and the oral.) So I think they are coincidental, not causal. A woman who earns more has the self-confidence (and the self-worth, boosted by external factors like earning ability, education, etc.) to ask for oral.”

Actually, that’s an interesting argument, with which I have one very large quibble. Most of the damn time, I don’t have to ask for oral sex. In fact, I’d say that he’s got the numbers completely wrong, at least in my college-educated, high-earning single experience: 95% of the time, the guy offers, requests or just heads on down there to eat me out. (Maybe it’s because I have better luck picking lovers than boyfriends?)

I… think what’s going on behind the “mystery,” as suggested by Trunk’s editor, is that some people still see oral sex in terms of power dynamics — as something you have to get, based on some reason other than it being something most people just like to do with each other because it feels great, it’s very erotic, and just as much fun to give as to receive.

If, on the other hand, you thought you had to calculate your relative advantages over each other before deciding whether one is allowed to, expected to, obliged to, or… what?... too good to go down on their partner? Or to be gone down on? You probably wouldn’t be into it either. And if one’s partner seemed to be making such calculations? Um, yeah, that’s a real turn on.

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And, obviously, this is entirely separate from the questions of whether one actually enjoys eating or being eaten. If you don’t then I don’t see how any amount of status or savvy obliges anybody to do something sexual that they don’t care for. Even as a “trade” for something one does.

Showers Rhymes With Growers Not Hours

Mon, 2008-02-11 21:44

So one consequence of spending all day skiing, coming back to a chilly bathroom, and waiting for the water to heat up so you can jump in the shower is, for some men anyway, the phenomenon of “shrinkage.”

Shrinkage is another word for when someone’s penis and testicles look really, really small because his body has pulled everything tight against him to conserve heat. And while it’s hard to imagine humans have spent enough time in cold climates for selective pressure to have anything to do with it, shrinkage probably helps minimize the risk of frostbite. (I don’t have time to talk much about the incredible functionality of the never-will-be-a-word-of-the-day scrotum but for all that the name is graceless and the organ itself is funny-looking they have a surprisingly complex set of small muscles that function to keep the testicles functioning at the odd but evidently necessary temperature of 95 degrees. But I digress.)

Anyway, for reasons that aren’t entirely clear a lot of men are nervous about being seen with “shrinkage.” (There was even a Seinfeld episode about it, or at least a thread in an episode.)

The problem, I think, is that we’ve so indoctrinated ourselves to be Teh Manly-Stud sex class, solely responsible for initiating sex, solely responsible for generating sexual interest, and steeled at every instant to be brought down to earth by our heterosexually would-be partners who, we tell ourselves, will always find a good reason to be distracted (sometimes, literally, by having cold feet) that we just… just…

Well, we’re dead sure you’ll think… what? That you couldn’t possibly be interested if you don’t think we’re interested? That if you ever see us looking small you’ll never be interested in us again? That just because we’re not really that curious about cocks that you aren’t curious either? That you’re so innocent of male anatomy… so set on remaining innocent of it… that if we look anything but immediately ready for sex you’ll just see it as one more thing to hang a cross-stitched potholder on?

Because back here on planet Earth scientists tell us there are these things called “human beings,” both genders of which are equally curious, and capable, and intelligent and everything and they both, um, like sex.

So…

Whereas there might be one set of scripts whereby women point at shrinkage and titter “eww,” or, perhaps, “gee, that looks just like a penis only smaller.” Sure. Ya betcha. Another entirely possible (though not comprehensible to those still invested in the “no-sex” class paradigm) might involve other, more universal scripts like “what would happen if I helped warm it up?” Or “I could cup him completely in the palm of my hand and feel my partner grow, thaw, emerge, respond, come to life, unfold, awaken, rise up, greet me, become my valentine.” All words men are never taught to use when thinking about women and therefore…

unable to imagine it…

we hide from all possibility.

[Caveat: The photo behind the “continue reading” link is topic-appropriate but consequently less work-safe than usual. —fl]

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