Category: Sex
I often post things on social media that people find too explicit or too sexual. Poems, articles, what have you. I talk about these things for a very specific reason: I wish someone had talked about them when I was young, or in my 20s, or in my early 30s.
When I grew up, nobody talked about sex. At least nobody I knew. Not family, not friends, not teachers, not religious leaders. Sure, as teens there were sometimes short conversations about things we didn’t really understand, and most of us were experimenting in our early teens. But other than “don’t have sex or you’ll get an STD or AIDS and die, or you’ll have a baby” there was almost no useful discussion at any level about sex.
Because of that, I never had any idea what it was I wanted from my sex life. To me sex was mystical and often scary. That sounds ridiculous to me now, but it sure didn’t for most of my childhood and adulthood. And it harmed me greatly, and led to relationships I should never have entered.
Now I live in a college town where there’s a new sexual assault every week. I don’t think our national reluctance to talk about sex is the only cause, of course, but I sure do think things would be better if we took sex out of the realm of a conquest, or a prize to be won, and moved it to the level of a normal part of human interaction. We should teach young men about their bodies and about women and about how to express sexuality, and about non-heteronormative ideas of sexuality, too. (We should also teach them not to rape women.) We should teach young women the same thing, and also not teach them that if they dress or act a certain way they have it coming.
Sex can be fun and funny and romantic and beautiful. It doesn’t have to be all those things all the time. Most importantly, it should be consensual and informed. People should decide to have sex — or not — based on actually knowing what the hell they’re talking about, and what their options are. Maybe then we could start to dismantle our rape culture and our Puritan notions of sexuality and move to a place of mutual respect and pleasure.
Anyway, I’m going to keep talking about sex. And as always, nobody has to read any of it if they don’t want to.
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Talking about sex is a good, healthy, fun, important thing.
It took me most of my adult life to realize those two things. I grew up in a house where we didn’t talk about sex at all, and where the one conversation my parents and I ever had about it was very negative. I’m not blaming them. Neither had been given any tools to address the subject, so they didn’t. Unfortunately, the combination of their silence and my youthful Christian upbringing meant that I was terrified of sex at the same time I was hugely attracted to it. As a result, it took me till my mid-30s to start developing a healthy and real attitude about my sexuality and my needs.
(We also stigmatize masturbation. God forbid anyone should explore their own body and figure out what makes it tick. And if you’re not supposed to have sex until you’re married, and you’re not supposed to masturbate, what are you supposed to do?)
Part of the problem is that our hypersexualized culture is actually very limited in what it considers “normal sex.” In the words of George Carlin, we’re mostly given the image of “good, old-fashioned, man-on-top, get-it-over-with-quick” sex, or various kinds of porn. And while it’s certainly possible to find positive images of sex in porn, that spectrum leaves most of us without a way to navigate our own desires, or any language with which to figure out what we, or our partners, need. If the only time you see the kind of sex you want to have is when you’re sneakily watching it in a darkened room with the sound turned down or headphones on, how are you ever going to be able to find the kind of sex life that will make you happy?
Another key point is that different people have different sex drives. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a lot of sex, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting some sex sometimes, and there’s nothing wrong with rarely, if ever, wanting sex. Unfortunately, we don’t have models for differing sex drives. If you’re a straight man, you’re supposed to want to fuck everything that moves, all the time. If you’re a straight woman and you feel that way, you’re a slut. If you don’t really need sex to be happy and fulfilled, people think there’s something wrong with you or that you’ve had a bad experience. (If you’re gay, in many parts of the US, an open conversation about sex is often off the table entirely.) But without an understanding of the varying levels of desire for sex, people end up paired with partners whose sex drives don’t match theirs at all, which then becomes a source of tension in the relationship.
I was very lucky in my late 30s to meet someone with a very healthy body image and a very healthy approach to sex and gratification and communication. That opened up an entire world for me that I was starting to think didn’t exist. But it shouldn’t have taken that long. If we have healthy conversations with our kids, and create public spaces for honest conversations with one another and in our society as a whole, we can eliminate much of the stigma and shame and fear that goes hand-in-hand with sex in our Puritan country. I think this will lead not only to better sex, but to more appreciation and respect for one another as human beings. We live in a horrifying anti-woman society, and I think part of the problem is our lack of open discussion about human sexuality. A condom and a banana in health class aren’t enough. We need to talk about respecting one another and seeing each other as humans, not as desire receptacles. Our conversations need to stop being about the birds and the bees and start involving real talk about how people actually are.
I’m not pretending that this is groundbreaking, original writing. It’s not. Others have said all this before me or more will follow after. I’m writing this stuff because I wish I’d read something like this years ago, and maybe somebody will benefit from reading this now.
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