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Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Nuns on the Sex Run


Can you really go from being a nun to a sex therapist? Of course you can. This woman, Dr. Fran Fisher, is living proof that this type of transformation can take place.


As indeed am I.

Not that I was ever a nun, you understand, though my behaviour was certainly akin to someone who had taken the vow of chastity.
Brought up in a strongly religious family where sex was never, ever discussed, the only chance of developing one’s sexuality was by going with your instinct and learning “on the job”.

I was always interested in the opposite sex. Come to think of it, I was always quite interested in the same sex too but that thought couldn’t possibly be contemplated, and it took me years to finally admit my fascination for the female form as much as the delights of penetrative sex.

But retrospectively, I was hopelessly naïve. I hid my masturbation for years, not even admitting to the person who took my virginity away from me that I was a perpetual wanker, and had been for many years. I even managed to separate the pleasure of masturbation and the climaxes that I could give myself with the first  and subsequent experiences of penetrative sex. Never once did I have an orgasm with this man. Never once did he touch my clitoris and make me cum. Never once did I know of my ability to spread my legs and shower the onlooker with a delightful spray of sexual juices.
And all because I was hopelessly unable to talk about my sexuality, and thus it was suppressed as much as the nun in the article above.

Enabling people to be honest about sexuality would overcome so many problems.
If only we could be honest about sex. If we were honest about sex perhaps we could have more love-making in the world.

A friend often talks of how women come into their own sexually when they turn forty, or thereabouts. The fear of unwanted pregnancy is passing. The notion of having sex for procreation is often over. The sex can now be enjoyed.

Only it can’t be enjoyed unless you talk about, and I’m beginning to think that there must be a distinct correlation between talking and doing here. Perhaps, if we could encourage women to talk about sex and stop feeling as though they are dirty in doing so, then perhaps women could enjoy their sexuality long before their fortieth birthday. If I’d felt at ease talking about masturbation, about my fascination for boobs, about my hunger for penetrative sex frequently, then I might have enjoyed sex in my twenties and thirties far more than I did.

I never demanded sex, never really appreciated it because I had no idea how capable I was sexually.

It’s time to talk, and we need to talk more openly now.

Wake up world.

This article blames Catholicism and various other suppressive tendencies for this woman’s inability to come to terms with her sexuality until she was older, but it’s not just the Catholics that are suppressed. It’s not even just the religious. We’re so frightened by sex that we shield our own selves from its joy and its wonderment. We’re frightened of screaming out and telling an astonished world that we want sex.

Let’s embrace sex and sexuality and stop another generation from suffering the effects of not having sex. Let's prevent them from having bad sex, and let's try and understand how difficult it is once the light has shone..........

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Being Bisexual

Being Bisexual

Here’s a real live problem from an agony aunt letter to the newspaper this week.

“I am a 45-year-old single woman and really confused about my sexuality. I have had two long-term relationships, both with men, but was not in love with either of them, and didn't enjoy the sex. Sexually, I much prefer women. However, I have never been in love with a woman – the only people I have fallen for have been male, and unavailable. How people fall in love with someone who reciprocates is a mystery to me, and I don't even know where to start, or which sex to start with. How can I fall in love only with men, but find sex arousing only with women? Am I gay? Bi? Straight but bicurious? Just totally messed up?”

There are probably a few essays in this small letter from a woman who could really do with some useful advice. Sadly, some of the contributors of aforementioned advice on the website are not the people that this woman should be listening to.

Take this delightful comment for an example of someone who doesn’t “geddit”.

“I don't believe in Bi-sexual people - as Phoebe from Friends knowingly sings about Bi sexual relationships ..."but I think they are just kidding themselves". Amen. The couple of Bi's I knew at Uni became gay after Uni.
You are gay as you like sex with women - that is the "sexual part" of being hetero or homo sexual, but there are loads of heterosexual men and women who have better relationships with the same or different sex - I am straight but have great, very close, non-sexual relationships with some male friends - I would say you just need to find the right woman.”
And then there is someone thankfully counteracting this.

“I think sexuality can be very fluid for some. Perhaps it could help for a moment to lump together men and women as just 'people' - you would then be saying something like 'I have great sex with some people', 'I stay in relationships with bad sex', and 'I have fallen for unavailable people'. I think it is important to ask yourself why? - with regard to each of those statements, irregardless of the persons gender.”

But even this doesn’t really cover the issues.

In my opinion, for what it is worth, there are a variety of issues going on for this woman at the moment and I would like to deal with these questions separately.
1.       Is she bisexual?
2.       What does she mean when she says “falling in love”?
3.       Is there any correlation between “falling in love” and the unavailability of the people that she has allegedly fallen in love with?
4.       Can you have fabulous sex without being “in love”?
5.       Do we have to label ourselves sexually for life?

There are more questions that I would like to pose from the two responses that I have chosen to comment on.
·         Does an attraction for people of the same sex make you gay?
·         Does she really need to find a ‘woman’ or just a ‘someone’?
·         Does she really need to ‘find’ anyone?
·         Does bisexuality automatically lead to homosexuality?
·         Why do people stay in relationships with bad sex?
·         What is so enticing about the unavailable?
·         Irregardless????

For what it is worth, I don’t think this woman is gay. I think she needs some serious help on discovering herself and her sexuality which is not dependent upon other people, be they male, female, gay, straight, bi or even transgender. She needs to differentiate between sexual desire and being ‘in love’ but then again, don’t half of the population suffer from the same lack of understanding? And I hasten to add, this is a difficult one because good sex is certainly enhanced by feeling an incredible intimacy with the person that you are fucking.

So let us look at those questions that I have posed individually.

1.       Is she bisexual?
I hate labels. They are conformity’s chastity belt. They constrain and perpetuate the status quo. They are the anarchist’s nightmare. Why does she have to declare herself as gay, straight with a bi-curiosity or bisexual? However, as the question has been posed, I might respond as thus – Aren’t we all darling?
Obviously, there are some people who are more heterosexual than others, i.e. that they simply would not even consider the thought of being attracted to someone of the same sex but I would suggest that some of these people, particularly if they are women, are possibly suppressing bisexual tendencies.
There is nothing wrong with admitting that you like to look or even feel the body of someone who is the same sex as you but this does not necessarily make you bisexual. Wouldn’t it be such an easier world if we could get people to admit and appreciate that they are sexual in the first instance? Once people have accepted that they are sexual beings and what that entails, the need for additional labels such as bi or gay become irrelevant.

However, we are not there yet. The sexual liberation has stagnated and a new sixties is required. I just hope we don’t have to wait until 2060 for it to happen.
So, is this woman bisexual? Highly likely, and so what? If she were to declare herself as bisexual, she might actually find herself more attractive to the very men that she seems to want. Good, sexually honest men love a bit of bisexuality and despite the quote from “Friends” bisexual people are not kidding themselves. They are possibly far more open and honest with themselves as sexual beings than the rest of the population.

2.       What does she mean when she says “falling in love”?
We use this phrase so readily without truly exploring what it means. If you look at her actual writing, you could think that she means “being aroused” when she uses the phrase in the first instance. She has been in two relationships but has not been in love (sexually aroused). When she talks about never being ‘in love’ with a woman, perhaps she means that she has never had a relationship with a woman though has been aroused, which means that the phrase has already taken on a new meaning.

On the news today, they were talking about Kate and Wills being “in love” because they have declared their intention to get married and the photographs by Mario Testino apparently capture their “in-loveness”. Who are we to say whether they are in love or not? I don’t know William or Kate and neither do the royal correspondents for all their trekking around the world to take insignificant and unimportant photos of the unimportant events that they attend. What the hell do they mean when they say they are “in love”?

It’s actually quite a dangerous phrase.
There are some people who think that being in love is a false and transient state of being; an alleged natural high that is unnatural and unsustainable, an image of intimacy rather than intimacy itself, a dependency that can be destructive where you lose yourself into a relationship that has no grounding.
There are others who think that being in love is the pinnacle of companionship; that being in love is the coming together of mind, body and soul that goes well beyond a marriage or a relationship but do they use the phrase “in love” correctly? Or do they just mean that two people love one another?

It’s a flippant phrase. It captures nothing about the extent and value of relationships. And it is a judgment that nobody other than the people involved in a relationship can comment upon. It is a stock phrase that is supposed to demonstrate to others that a couple (another label) are together, committed.

If I am honest, I would much prefer someone to hear someone say that they are completely themselves when they are with me rather than saying that ‘we’ are ‘in love’. I think that says far more about the strength of passion, intimacy and feelings than this silly meaningless phrase that is easily banded around and is so open to interpretation.

How can I fall in love only with men, but find sex arousing only with women?”
You can’t lady! You cannot possibly be ‘in love’ without the utter brilliance of sexual arousal.
If we are hopeless enough to think of being ‘in love’ as the pinnacle of a relationship, then how can you possibly be ‘in love’ without physical passion being part of that.
Loving someone, as I think she possibly means here, involves everything; sex, passion, loving kindness, desire, companionship, compassion, equity, balance, trust, respect and so the list goes on.
If one aspect of this is missing, the love cannot be there and it certainly cannot grow.
I suspect that what she really means is “how come I have only had relationships with men but find sex arousing only with women?”
Maybe she, like others, may find that living with or being in a relationship with men may only ever hit certain buttons and having sex with a woman may also only hit certain buttons.
Doesn’t this reiterate the issue of exclusivity, reminding us that declaring an intention to be with one person solely may not actually be the right thing to do?

3.       Is there any correlation between “falling in love” and the unavailability of the people that she has allegedly fallen in love with?
I am going to keep this response short but it probably needs a revisit all of its own.
“Falling in love” suggests something that is unattainable. Ergo the people are unavailable!
But seriously, this woman seems to be under the impression that there is this ideal of falling in love and being with this special person for the rest of her days. The fact that these people are unavailable reiterates the stupidity of that phrase once more.

It’s all a dream! Imagery gone awry! It sounds as though she is a hopeless romantic with a preconceived notion of what to expect from a relationship. What she cannot seem to understand is that the unavailability of the people she thinks she is in love with shows that the ‘in love’ is the wrong thing to aspire to.
Falling in love with “someone who reciprocates” means NOT falling in love with them!
Loving someone who reciprocates is a different issue.

4.       Can you have fabulous sex without being “in love”?
I suspect that you can have excellent sex with someone that you are not ‘in love’ with. I have fucking brilliant sex with someone I am not ‘in love’ with. However, I love him passionately and intimately, whatever “love” means.

Sex with someone that you have an intense passion and respect for has to be the most brilliant sex of all. Togetherness like that, where the mind is being fucked as much as the body, where the spirituality and the sensuality is intertwined with the physical, where the passion does not stop with penetration is the most incredible thing that I have ever experienced.
In some ways, I never want sex again without that.

However, I also recognise that sex is sex. It is a physical thang! You can have rather exciting, energetic, arousing sex with someone you do not have feelings for because sex is fun in its own right.
If you want to pinnacle of sex, then in my opinion, it cannot be bettered than when it is intelligent sex that combines the physical, emotional and spiritual in mind, body and soul.

5.       Do we have to label ourselves sexually for life?
There is a short response to this.
No!

Why is this woman so hung up on labelling herself in a certain category of sexuality?
I do not consider myself heterosexual. I do not consider myself bisexual. I do not consider myself gay because I fucking adore big cocks in my needy cunt!
Seriously, I have spent most of my life fucking men. I adore being fucked by a man who knows how to arouse me. I like sex. I like penetrative sex. I want cock and I cannot imagine being totally fulfilled without it. However, fingers excite me too and it is not only men that have long fingers that can reach inside my pussy and make me cum.
I love looking at the beautiful curves on a woman. I love breasts. I adore full bushes of pubes. I love the roundness of hips and the prettiness of faces.

I happen to enjoy male company probably more than female company but I do like women and would happily kiss and cuddle and fuck another woman. That is immensely exciting and arousing.
But I do not really want to put a label on all of that.
As I said earlier, it is time we labelled ourselves as one thing and one thing only – as a sexual being. The rest loses significance once we have done that.

And so penultimately, to the bullet points
·         Does an attraction for people of the same sex make you gay?
·         Does she really need to find a ‘woman’ or just a ‘someone’?
·         Does she really need to ‘find’ anyone?
·         Does bisexuality automatically lead to homosexuality?
·         Why do people stay in relationships with bad sex?
·         What is so enticing about the unavailable?

And I shall be brief.

Firstly, no. Finding a woman attractive does not make you gay if you are a woman. It is the most pathetically generalistic and useless thing to say. There are plenty of women who look at other women, see their beauty and would never feel comfortable licking another pussy. They are not gay or bi. They just appreciate the look of other women, and may even be excited by them.

Secondly and thirdly, I am beginning to think that this woman just wants a special person, be it male or female. My only advice to her would be find yourself before you go searching for others and you may come to the conclusion that you don’t actually want another.
We are indoctrinated into thinking that the only way to live is in coupledom.
Maybe this is the very first piece of advice that this woman should be given; that this is not the thing to which she should aspire.
In true Zen fashion, she should be encouraged to find her path, live her life without searching but constantly keeping her eyes and other senses open for the possibilities that life can give. Seekers will not find, and even if they think they have, the fulfilment may be lost in the ‘finding’.

It is wonderful to have a special person in your life. It feels damn good but it is more important to find you first. If that ‘you’ happens to enjoy another ‘you’ without losing either of ‘you’ in the process, then congratulations!

Fourthly, no!
Fucking other women is not going to make me into a lesbian. Not in a month of Sundays. I am not ruling out the possibility of, in the future, having my most important relationship with another woman. I actually don’t think this is likely but I am not ruling it out. My sexuality, as I stated earlier, is fluid (very!!).

A friend of mine recently said to me that she was not attracted to a man or a woman. She was attracted to caring, loving and gorgeous people irrespective of their gender.
What a sensible woman she is!

In response to the fifth bullet point, what is the point of staying in a relationship with bad sex but there are millions who do. Let’s not dwell on this. There are reasons why people stay in relationships irrespective of the sex but I cannot now understand why people do so if they have the means to get out.

And what is so enticing about the unavailable? I think I have probably already covered this but I do think it is to do with people’s misguided views on what to expect from a relationship.
Having a vision of a perfect relationship is setting everyone up for a fall. Living in a falseness of expectation is not going to make for true happiness.
Appreciating individuality and not dancing around with impossible expectations has to be the way we should live.

Finally, I have been looking at these ‘problems’ in the newspaper for a few years now. Even though the specialist agony aunt is an intelligent and unconventional person, her responses are often very traditional.
Let’s stop labelling. Let’s start living. Let’s embrace sexuality without dependency.
Isn’t this the message that this woman could really do with hearing?

Monday, 8 March 2010

Serious thoughts on Infidelity

I am a whore, an adulteress, a hussy, an unfaithful tramp who has no qualms about cheating on her partner.
I am, what was the phrase?…… oh yes, a fucking cunt, shouted at me whilst he was indeed fucking my cunt.

I am a thoughtless, heartless, unfeeling disgrace.
I am an inconsiderate risk taker who does not really give a damn about anyone else but herself and her earthy need for a good seeing to.

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As I have said before in other pieces of writing on this subject, I don’t really consider myself to be any of the above, and it appears that I am not alone.

There was an excellent article in the newspaper yesterday, written by Polly Vernon on Infidelity.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/theobserver/2010/mar/07/polly-vernon-infidelity-betrayal-help-relationships

The article reiterates the fact that as a species, we continue to be “attached” to the idea of monogamy whilst in reality, we find if difficult and in some cases impossible to actually adhere to this unfeasibly, unrealistic state.

I always find it interesting to read such articles for both personal and anthropological reasons.
Initially, I read such articles aiming to grab some kind of vindication for my own chosen lifestyle. There is a certain amount of comfort in knowing that I am not the only one who finds monogamy a complicated and unworkable concept. I read such articles and words bounce out of the pages that resonate absolutely.
As an amateur sociologist and a person who is interested in how society responds to sex, such articles take on another meaning too.

In essence, it is clear from these newspaper articles that there are a considerable amount of people out there who are not exactly forthcoming with the truth. There are ways of living to which we have not yet customized our minds to let alone actually living them.
There are also people living with the burden of guilt that clearly needs to be lifted so that they can live a fulfilled and purposeful life.
And sometimes I get quite angry about it all.

I’m not entirely sure how I am going to tackle this piece of writing so I think the best way is to concentrate on paraphrasing the article and making comments as I re-read through, similar to the previous posting.
I will be mixing both thoughts on what this means to me personally and what I feel it says about the sexual or the sexually unenlightened world in which we live.
Alternatively, I will just ramble on in my own sweet way and the reader will either bear with me or bog off!

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Apart from the ubiquitous mention of John Terry, Ashley Cole and Tiger Woods, the article kicks off with a range of scenarios of infidelity collected by the author.
1. There is the man who talks to his colleague via instant messaging in a suggestive and flirty manner
2. There is the woman who has reconnected with an old friend via Facebook and is deciding whether to meet up with her old flame after receiving an array of sexy emails
3. There is the man who got in touch with his ex partner, having found her on Twitter. She responded and the implication is that the conversation is a little fruity, despite the fact that she is pregnant by another man.
4. There is the woman who thinks that kissing is not a sign of unfaithfulness if both participants are in another relationship
5. There is a woman who thinks that infidelity is fine if it is with a famous person
6. There is a man who wants to leave his long-term partner because he has finally met his soul-mate. They haven’t had sex yet.
7. There is a man who has stopped having sex with his bit on the side but is still in a relationship that is “an intensely, emotional engagement” and conducted entirely by text
8. There is a woman who is having glorious sex with a younger man. This is not the first time she has had an affair (Hell, that bloody word again!)
9. There is the man who is actively looking for a mistress. He likes living in this way

All of the aforementioned people are in committed relationships of one sort or another. Some are married, some are not. All have a story to tell. Some would argue that only three of the people have actually been unfaithful. It is only the last three that have had penetrative sex. Others would say that each and every one of these characters has fallen off the monogamy wagon because they have either thought or indulged in some sexual activity, even if it is only via fingers bouncing over a keyboard.
(As the article says, there are far more ways of being unfaithful these days. A few years ago, Twitter and Facebook didn’t even exist! Consequently, though, there are more ways of being discovered too).

The nine scenarios are interesting in themselves, for although they cover some corners, they do not cover all.
How about some more?
• There’s the man who is in a deeply emotional relationship with one woman, whilst getting his sexual excitement from another.
• There’s the woman who remains faithful in body but has an incredibly sexualized fantasy world in her mind
• There’s the man who goes out every Friday with friends from work and usually finds someone to screw
• There’s the woman who has loved a man all her life, knowing that he is unattainable and has been waiting for the moment where she finally catches his eye. Her marriage means nothing compared to the desire to be with this long time love
• There’s the man who is deeply involved with a woman whom he loves but he is resolutely believes that he can have sex with other women without it taking anything away from his primary relationship
• There’s the woman who finds herself loving two men in exact and equal amounts and just wishes she could have both
• There’s the man who thinks about women at work all the time. He imagines them undressed, fucking him on the stairs, in the lift, anywhere but he wouldn’t ever contemplate actually doing it
• There’s the woman who has realized that she is deeply attracted to other women; something entirely new for her and she is desperate to explore the wonders of another woman’s body

I could go on and on and on, and in all of these scenarios, there is nothing really close to the situation I find myself in although there could be some amalgamations of scenarios that are true at this point in time or have been in the past.

If there are so many scenarios, if there are so many people that in some way connect with some of these, then who the hell are we kidding as far as the concept of faithfulness?
What sort of messages are we giving to our future generations too?
How the hell can we move on, develop, evolve without upsetting the social order?

Ms Vernon, the author of the piece continues.
And yet we're still incredibly reverent about, and attached to, the ideal of monogamy. Both the major political parties are attempting to enshrine monogamy in pro-family policy; both made monogamy a cornerstone of their election campaigns. En masse we are critical of other people and their infidelities. We're fantastically sanctimonious regarding celebrity transgressions. We were glad that John Terry was stripped of his captaincy; delighted that Tiger Woods lost his endorsement deals as a consequence of his alleged infidelities; overjoyed that Cheryl gave Ashley the boot. We condemn the unfaithful publicly and gossip about them privately. We condemn ourselves when we transgress; we lose ourselves to guilt and suffer identity crises: how could we do this? This isn't who we are!

Why are we living this dichotomy? Why do we support the idea of monogamy so heartily while not managing to be monogamous? Why do we persist in having affairs, persist in believing in monogamy, when we're not comfortable with or especially capable of either?


What a powerful couple of paragraphs! I don’t think I can add anything to this other than explain to the reader how much I personally connect with this.

I didn’t condemn John Terry and didn’t feel the need for him to be robbed of the captaincy of his country; not for sexual discretion anyway. I’ve no idea what decisions have been made in that particular household. I find the whole idea of the astronomical amounts in endorsements paid to the likes of Tiger Woods obscene. That, to me, is far more of a concern than whether he has been slipping his cock into a dozen or twenty dozen nubile and sexy women. That is far more of an indictment on society too for that matter. As for Ashley Cole, well, he’s a bit of a wanker so I have no thoughts on this either other than alarm at the puritanical response to the situation from the red-top newspapers who cannot see the irony of their hypocrisy as they blindly fall over their pathetic attempts at morality.

I do however, have concerns about people criticizing others for having extra-marital relationships when they do not know the situations. I do concern myself with the blame that people impose upon themselves for essentially following their instinctual wit into situations that they should not feel guilty about.
We do indeed live with this dichotomy.

As I said at the beginning of this piece, I am an adulteress. I am unfaithful but there is not one person in this world who could possibly apportion blame to me without considering the factors involved. My story, as I said, is a complicated one. It doesn’t seem to comply with any of the scenarios mentioned. I doubt it is unique but sometimes, when you read these stories, if feels so.

Polly Vernon then goes onto discuss the conversation that she has with Esther Perel, a middle-aged woman who has a self-styled “voice on erotic intelligence – a sexologist”.

Erotic intelligence eh? I think that one deserves a blog all of its own.

Here is another quote that I would like to consider.
“Eroticism comes not from closeness, not from intimacy, but from precisely the opposite. From distance, from moments of jealousy, from a constant awareness that you do not own your partner no matter how long you've been together; that other people fancy them, that they always have the potential to sleep with someone else”.

I wholly disagree with the first sentence. Eroticism can come from a non-attachment but it is all the better for being very much part of an intimate relationship. Eroticism is dependent on the individual interpretation of an image or a piece of writing but if that individual interpretation is shared then the eroticism can be multiplied too.

As for the second part of this quote, I would agree. You certainly cannot know your partner completely, though once more, with an intense intimacy and a complete honesty, you can know them pretty darn well.

It blows my mind to consider that other people would not find my sexual partner attractive. He is an exceptionally attractive man. Guess what? That is why I want to fuck him all the time, well, one of the reasons anyway. To deny the fact that others may be aroused by him is denying both mine and his sexuality. People don’t metamorphosise into a monster when they become involved in a relationship. They don’t lose their sexuality. They don’t stop being attractive and they do not stop being attracted to others. When will we learn this simple yet complicated fact of life?

Perel continues.
Infidelity, she says, is one of the great recurring themes of the human experience. "And we are not monogamous! We are not! Monogamy is human, but human beings are not monogamous! By nature! Historically we have always been unfaithful – and always condemned infidelity. For a glimmer of passion, or whatever, people have been willing to risk everything. Women more so than men."

I like that phrase – human beings are not monogamous by nature. It is interesting that she sees that women are far riskier than men in the infidelity stakes. She continues to say that female infidelity is a sign of social evolution and that the power dynamism of gender is shifting.
Back to the economy, I reckon! The reason that women have been less faithless in the past could be to do with the financial reliance on a partner. Without the need and dependability of financial stability, I have a feeling there would be a completely different response to monogamy.
How far we have travelled and yet how thwarted our journey has been and continues to be.

"The men and women I work with invest more in love and happiness than ever before, yet in a cruel twist of fate it is this very model of love and sex that's behind the exponential rise of infidelity and divorce. Fascination and disillusion stare at each other." Says Perel.

I find this statement fascinating.
Are those of us who commit adultery obsessed and driven by a search for love and happiness? Does this search, if indeed it is, simply create a disillusion?

The more and more I read of this article, I realize what an incredibly fortunate soul I am, or maybe that is my delusion.

I never went in search of love or happiness or sex. I was quite content with what I had, even if the latter was insignificant or even non-existent. I did become fascinated but I don’t think I had illusions. I expected nothing and gained everything. Disillusion could, of course, be just around the corner.
Honesty and trust could, of course, ensure that disillusion is prevented.

"The standard ideas that affairs deplete intimacy, that affairs deplete the marriage, they are always harmful – I say: this is one possibility. But there are others. Affairs also are enormously enlivening. Re-eroticising. They balance the marriage. People who have affairs don't always want to leave the marriage. Sometimes, often, they are looking for a way to stay!"

"When you have an affair, this is rebellion! This is not a mild act! We have affairs to beat back the sense of deadness. We have affairs not because we are looking for another person, but because we are looking for another version of ourselves. It's not our partner we seek to leave with the affair, it's ourselves. It's what I've become that I don't like. It's how I've truncated myself. That there are parts of me that I have been so out of touch with, for decades… And of course, we live twice as long. We are different with different people."

Why the bolder print? This one hit home. I am not going to explain that here other than to say that Ms. Perel has made a very important and significant statement here.
Many ‘affairs’ happen because people are trying to find something of themselves rather than the idea that they are running away from what they have. For some, having a relationship outside their committed one enhances the primary relationship, brings back the excitement. It gives them balance. It nurtures a sense of wellbeing that can considerably improve the marriage or the long term commitment. Other times it does the opposite. Other times again, it can do both.

Whatever else, Perel says, we do not have affairs simply because we are bad by nature; or deceptive, or selfish, or cruel. "It's not just about right, and wrong, and moral. Particularly in America and in the UK, this is what we say about affairs. It's wrong. We talk about cheater. Philanderer. Liar. Narcissist. If it's not all those condemning words, then it goes to pathology. Borderline personality disorder. Childhood trauma. Addiction. We hide behind moral condemnation, or pathologising. This is not helpful, and not true. If it is true, then there are a lot of us suffering with childhood trauma and borderline personality disorders, and we have been suffering from them throughout history! We need to start to understand infidelity in terms of the complexities of life today. We need to think in terms of the failed ambitions of love."

Right up until the last sentence, I was happy with this paragraph, though on re-reading, I am beginning to understand what she is saying.
If, as Vernon and Perel are suggesting, infidelity is far more commonplace than we would like to think, then surely it cannot be evil or a pathological disorder? Yes, we need to consider infidelity in terms of the complexities of the now, but what exactly is all of this about “failed ambitions of love”?
Maybe it has something to do with an unrealistic notion of what love actually is.
Love is not about deprivation. Love is not about being untrue to oneself. Love is so complex a concept that it is almost ephemeral and yet equally eternally unintelligible.

I keep on saying this phrase over and over in my mind. “Infidelity has something to do with failed ambitions of love”. Does this mean that we are unfaithful because we have high expectations of what love actually is? Does this mean that those who are unfaithful are constantly seeking the pinnacle of a loving attachment? Does this mean that we are never capable of finding that ultimate loving relationship and that it is a completely unattainable and futile aspiration?
It sounds to me as though we are pretty harsh to ourselves and one another if this is the case.

Yet there is a counter argument. There are those who do remain faithful. Maybe they are the abnormal ones. Maybe they are the dishonest ones but for now let us assume that there is complete faithfulness in some relationships. Have they managed to achieve the ultimate ambition of love?
And there are those who have deep affection for one another, who acknowledge one another’s sexuality, have decided that infidelity cannot exist between them because infidelity in itself suggests an ownership of another human being. Maybe it is these people that have actually achieved the pinnacle of a loving relationship – one that accepts that we are individuals, one that appreciates the sexuality of the people involved, one that is honest and frank enough to admit to wanting or having sexual relationships with other people.
Isn’t that the ultimate aim fulfilled? If this was achieved, then articles such as this would not need to be written because there would be no such thing as infidelity!
But then again, I am just a dreamer!

Perel thinks we have to work toward renegotiating our ideas of monogamy. We need to see it as an exclusive emotional commitment, but not an arrangement that necessarily denotes sexual exclusivity.

Ah, yes – now we are coming onto something that is extremely interesting. Emotions, attachment, non-attachment, exclusivity.

In essence, this statement is possibly a good one. If people can assume that a primary relationship is about an exclusive emotional attachment rather than a sexual one, then infidelity is excusable. It is less significant. This makes sense…….. unless, of course, the emotional commitment is severed too.
There is an assumption that affairs take place, even by Perel, because we are trying to seek some unachievable image of love. We can fuck around happily because we have this notion of being “in love” in its giddy, unrealistic and glorious way.
Only some people have additional relationships that go way beyond the physical and the sexual. What of them, I wonder? Can you have two “exclusive emotional attachments”? Two and exclusive don’t go together by the law of physics!

"Free love didn't believe in the old model. Free love wanted to throw the old model out. Free love saw it as reactionary, as constraining, bourgeois. The new model is an attempt to reconcile our needs for commitment and our need for freedom. Our needs as part of an individualistic society, which talks about individual fulfilment and personal happiness and more is better, and our need for secure attachment and a stable family." She points out that, while we often talk critically about the idea of "having our cake and eating it" with reference to affairs, in every other aspect of our lives – in work, in our homes, in our social lives, in our experiences of the world, in our constant quest to improve ourselves and our quality of life – we are encouraged to have as much as we possibly can of everything.

I don’t really want to add anything to this paragraph other than to highlight it as significant.
Commitment and freedom have been seen for many decades, even centuries, as mutually exclusive. You cannot have one if you are seeking the other. Perel is suggesting here that you possibly can have both if one redefines the interpretation of fidelity. Furthermore, I think she is advocating the view that there is a constant drive for fulfillment and that in every other aspect of our lives, we are encouraged to have “the best”. What is wrong with wanting your cake and eating it, as long as it is not to the detriment of others?

And then the article has its penultimate statement with the one small crux, the sting in the tail.
What of jealousy? Ah yes, the green-eyed monster, the passionate envy that is so irrefutably destructive.

As a life-long sufferer, I am intrigued to hear and see what Esther Perel says on the subject.

"Aha!" Perel says, and she laughs…………….."And, of course, the view is that jealousy is a negative emotion, it's a primitive emotion…………..Jealousy goes hand in hand with passion. Is jealousy intrinsic to love? Yes! It's an indicator. If you cheat on me, am I just pissed because it's a sloppy thing to do? Or am I jealous, jealous that you had with someone else what I want to have with you, or what we used to have that was special? Because that's a very different thing! I don't know that you can have romantic love that doesn't involve jealousy. The question is: how much? And what do you do with it?"

More bold highlighting!
Jealousy is a destructive emotion. It is there, subliminal or overt. It can cripple and ruin the most intimate of relationships. By loving someone, you feel passion. The passion is so intense and so wonderful that in your irrational moments, you want it to be constant, forever, eternal. You cannot imagine that love being transferred or duplicated elsewhere. To consider your man or woman being sexually involved with another makes you feel jealous. Love and all its glory comes with the negative.
Someone once said to me that if you choose to believe in God then you also choose to believe in the existence of the devil. Whilst I am not sure that I hold much belief in anything, I think there is a point to be made here.

If you accept all that is wonderful about the brilliance of intimacy, spiritually, sexually, the works, then you may have to accept that there is always the possibility of a down side. Natural highs are fine but they are not necessarily sustainable, they have the potential to damage if there is an expectation of constancy and there is always the feasibility of coming down.
The question is: how much? And what you do with it?
Absolutely, totally. This is unequivocal.

Jealousy is an emotion that is as destructive as you allow it to be.
So my man wants to fuck other women. He loves sex. He loves women. He wants to suck another woman’s tits. He wants to feel inside her pussy in all its feminine glory. He wants to kiss her and hold her. He wants to feel his way around her slender and warm body. He wants to give her the love I know he is capable of giving. He wants me to know how he is feeling. He wants to share his passion with me.

How much can I take? How much do I want to know? How much does anyone want to know?

If you had asked me these questions a few years ago, I would have said that the only thing I wanted was for him to want me. I could not even entertain the thought that he could possibly want to fuck anyone other than me. I could not contemplate that he wanted to fuck someone more than he wanted to fuck me. I saw only an either/or.
There are times that I still see this. There are times that I am literally petrified that he will find someone who means more to him than I do but there isn’t anything that I can do about this so why worry?

What do I do with it? Well, quite frankly, I take my jealousy by the horns and allow it to challenge me. I challenge it. I embrace it. It is part of me and I have to learn how to deal with it.
I want to know everything. I want to know his thoughts and his acts. In that way, I can cope with my envy.

The simple truth is that when he fucks someone else, I find that a challenge but the depth of our relationship goes way beyond this. He cannot be unfaithful to me because I do not own him and he does not own me. Our commitment to one another is there. It is implicit and him fucking another woman, just as me fucking another woman or man does not detract from the intimacy of our relationship.
Infidelity cannot take place.

And maybe this is a lesson for us all.

The article started with quotes from people who have not actually had sex with others but have certainly thought about it. They have dabbled in cybersex. They have fantasized or rationalized potential sexual ‘infidelity’.
If people were more honest and open about their sexuality, these happenings would not be seen as an indiscretion. They would merely be part of a loving relationship If people could be honest about the positives and the negatives of extra-maritial/relationship sex, then I think the world might, just might be a happier place but it is wholly dependent on trust, belief and the ability to manage that very destructive emotion.

Furthermore, this rapidly expanding field of infidelity is yet another reason for us to redefine monogamy. "Do we have to put monogamy on a spectrum? Do we need to think: what does monogamy mean to me? Does it mean no sex with other people? Does it mean not to look at other people? Does it mean not to fantasise about other people? Does it mean not to Facebook your exes? Not to text your friends? Where is the line going to be drawn? Monogamy today is no longer going to be assumed. It's going to have to be negotiated."

Perel's ideas on infidelity are infinitely more useful than anything else currently doing the rounds. They would, at the very least, shake up lazy wisdom on what it means to cheat and be cheated upon. They would provoke debate, move things on. I think they should be given clinical currency.

Here, here and here’s to more debate on the subject.

Wake up world and be a little more realistic about the profoundly stupid expectations we put upon one another. Wake up and realize that you can have the most perfect, intimate relationship that enables your partner to express themselves sexually, even emotionally, but that is probably the more challenging of the two.

Saturday, 17 May 2008

Sex and periods

As I have started to tackle some issues that are not usually aired in public, I thought I would mention another unmentionable. Periods. Menstruation. The curse. The monthly visits. Actually, I'd rather discuss sex, not because I am remotely concerned about talking about periods, but because the stimulation of talking about sex is probably just what I need at the moment.

I have never shied away from talking about periods. It has always intrigued me as to why we women feel the need to be coy about something that is a natural cycle of being. When I left my job some years ago, I received the usual joint staff 'goodbye and good luck' card. Amongst the usual "all the best for the future" and "we're going to miss you" comments, I received one that still makes me laugh. A dear colleague wrote " now that you're going, who are we going to discuss tits, arses and fannies with?" Maybe she had insight into my future interests! Maybe she realised how a woman develops sexually as she approaches forty.
Anyhow, I've not shied away from periods. I've talked about the sodding length of them, the irrational moods you get a couple of days before, the need for feminax on the second day and the ridiculous cost of feminine hygiene. I've laughed with friends - one who had to ask a male friend to help locate an errant tampon (yes, he did have to go in) and exchanged stories with them about hard edged cardboard irresponsibly trimmed on the factory floor to provide maximum pain on insertion. They have sniggered at my notion that Tampax are favouring the womenfolk in the US of A by providing more comfortable tampons. Oh yes, I could give the heir to the throne a run for his money on tampon talk.

I mention all of this because it is yet another sign of women hiding their sexuality from the public domain. Let's all hide the fact that we're woman. Because that is what it is. Periods are a pain. They are uncomfortable, aching, sloppy nuisances. Periods play total havoc with your minds. Anyone who knows me realises that I can be mind blowingly stroppy and arsy just before my period where all rational thought can disappear. My friends have my monthly patterns of aggressive outbursts down to a tee. You can almost see their mental arithmetic minds jumping into action, remembering the last time I blew up at them. My already extended tummy takes on the look of a five month pregnant woman in its bloated monthly state. But despite all of this, we really should try and look at the lighter aspect.

Periods tell us we are fruitful, young and capable of procreating. They remind us of the fact that we have a sexual reproductive system, and are therefore sexual beings. They tell us that we are women. And yet we cannot talk about them willingly or openly. Cunts, tits and fannies. We are constantly trying to pretend they are not there. We hide them as soon as we can. We have secret little talks with our younger sisters about the curse. We don't even tell them all the facts accurately so that when they too have periods and have the same moodswings, the heavy tits and the pain right to the coxslyx, they think they are abnormal too and the myths self-perpetuate. And that is before we even get onto the myths of sexuality.

I read recently of how women in centuries beyond gathered together for their periods. In middle eastern countries they collected in tents. Imagine that, shedloads or rather tentloads of stroppy women all together, carefully herded away from their menfolk for forty eight hours! How wonderful indeed. But I hope we have moved on since these misogynistic times. We don't need to hide our sexuality any longer. Let's liberate ourselves so that we can say what we want, how we want it, what we need, how we enjoy it. You can start, if it is more comfortable to so by just freely talking about your pain in the monthlies. Once you feel comfortable with this, then maybe you might progress to admitting that you quite like sex, or that you fancy 'a bit of cock' from time to time. You might discuss how you get aroused, or is this too much? Maybe you could then move forward to discuss sex toys, to consider and report on your sexual fantasies. The idea is to feel comfortable, gradually and surely. By sharing our experiences without any element of gossip can only help us to enlighten and liberate people whose tenseness around their sexuality is enhanced by thinking they are not normal. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have the sexual freedom to admit that you want a big, juicy,stimulating cock inside you? Wouldn't it be great to freely state how much you are aroused by photographs of cocks in pussies? Wouldn't it be exciting to share sexual fantasies, to explain how you so desperately want to have sex in a field by a river, or in the back garden for any onlookers to view and get excited themselves (just a personal one!). I love the thought of someone being so aroused by seeing my wet pussy gobble up a needy cock that they instantly need to touch themselves and wank away until a pleasurable climax. Wouldn't it be liberating to tell the world that under the right conditions you can orgasm consecutively, wetting your partner with cascades of cum, pushing with your bulging and protruding organs so that their cock hardly has room in your cunt? All these freedoms can start by just mentioning the reality of being a woman and enduring that monthly pains.

It has been suggested that some women may be afraid of their cunts. They may not know how to touch it. They make not like the smell it produces. They may feel concerned about the little white juices that leave their stain on their panties. They may be terrified that they might pee during the excitement of sex. All concerns may relate to their experiences and ability to talk about periods. Being comfortable with menstruation and the fact that it happens may help overcome initial concerns about gushing. Inserting a tampon actually may help to get you familiar with the inside of your body, learning the shape and folds, knowing the position of your g spot in anticipation of something far bigger and readily welcomed than a tightknit bud of cotton wool.

Be comfortable with the fact that you have bodily fluids and your concerns with sex will dissiapte. Use towels. Not the little bricks for sanitation but the big. fluffy ones that can soak up your frequent and exciting gushes of bodily fluids. If you know you're juicy, be prepared, for as someone once said to me "I don't ever want you to hold back".

Finally, sex and periods. It's an individual thing, comfortable only if your sexual partners are of like mind. But as sexual beings, should we be ruling ourselves out of action for a potential quarter of every month? If the mood takes you, then go for it. I never liked having sex whilst having a period but that was when I was unfamiliar and unsure of my body and its sexuality. In the last six months, I have not let a period get in my way of sexual gratification. Having said that, it is now sometime since I had sex of any sort. Penetrative - seems like ages ago. Self stimulation - well even that has been too long. My tedious little period is on its sixth day, and is showing signs of vanishing, so I'll leave this blog and find my clitoris. My little finger is good and strong after typing, and it will easily walk its way down my body,into my panties, pushing down and around that oh so precious little spot that sends nerve tingling joy all over my body.