I don’t understand. Do locker rooms have some Magic Cloak of Disrespect that makes them places where it’s all right to say unacceptable things? Do the people in the locker rooms not interact with the rest of the world? There are no islands for intolerance or incivility – or, at least, there shouldn’t be. The fact that you’re near other people’s sweaty gym socks is no excuse for stuffing your humanity — or anyone else’s — in a locker.
And here’s a clue: if you’re having to defend it in public, or in a political debate, it’s obviously not “just locker room talk” anymore. And it never really was.
An upcoming visit with a long-distance partner left me wondering: How much do you care what your partners do when they are not with you? I mean, assuming there is basic agreement on safety practices, do you want to know details of their other encounters?
A couple of my partners are very interested in that — or, more to the point, don’t like surprises. They don’t need the blow-by-blow description, but do want to know when encounters occur, and with whom. Others want to know what other relationships are out there, but aren’t interested in details about when specific dates occur, much less details of what went on.
I am solidly in the latter camp. I hope very much that my partners have full and satisfying lives. But when they are not with me, I don’t need to know who they saw or where they went. Obviously, if they are excited about something and want to tell, I will be happy to join in their joy. But I have no need to know (nor a right to insist.)
Agreements differ; your mileage may vary. Does it, and why?
I honor and respect those who dedicate their lives to helping other people overcome their medical challenges. Healers — of whatever sort — rock.
So please don’t take it personally when I say that with several partners’ recent issues and a couple of my own, I could stand to not see a medical professional for a little while.
(Polyamory: All those things that happen in life, multiplied.)
Everyone knows that communication is essential to good polyamorous relationships. That becomes just a little harder when different partners prefer different platforms – and you have to remember which is which. There’s the partners who text, and the partner who only wants to use Facebook Messenger, and the partner who is on Signal, and the partner who wants to text an alternate number to use Google Voice… and the comet on Hangouts, and the one who sometimes likes Marco Polo or FaceTime but not Skype… and Skype but not FaceTime… and… and…
Q: My relationship just isn’t meeting my needs. But I’ve put so much time/energy/emotion into this, I hate the idea of giving up on that investment. Wouldn’t it be a waste to walk away?
Well, first, take heart that what you have already put into the relationship probably wasn’t a waste. You learned things, you likely had some good times. After all, there was something there that made you want to invest; at some point, it was worthwhile. The more apt question is whether the next piece of resource you put into this relationship will, in fact, be wasted because there’s nothing more to be gained there.
You can’t get the time back, and you can’t get the resources back no matter what you think of the relationship. What you can do is to not put anything more into it if it won’t improve anything — and especially if doing so takes away from your ability to put resources into a more rewarding relationship.
It’s like the joke about the guy who was walking back and forth, looking at the ground. A cop asks what he’s doing. “I lost my keys on 20th Street,” he says. “Why are you looking on 18th?” asks the cop. “Oh, the light’s better here.”
You don’t need to put your energy into where you are; you need to be where the love is. That’s how you keep from wasting your time. Invest in what can grow.
That next-door neighbor or person you work with.
Do you know if they still have the tonsils they were born with? Do you care?
Do you know if they still have all the teeth they were born with? Do you care?
…then why do you care if they still have the genitals they were born with?
…Pride Rest of the Year begins.
Harry’s, the razor-blades-by-mail-company, has put out a special edition shaver handle for pride month. All of the profits from the sale go to LGBTQ charities.
Yes, that’s right: It’s a fund-razor.
…just tell people you’re morenogamous.
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This article, shared by my splendid local adult shop Lotus Blooms, puts into words something that’s really bothered me for a long time.
If PIV intercourse is your main event, fine. But all play is good, and the main event is whatever part you decide it is.
After all, everything else can’t be foreplay if PIV isn’t (or can’t be) your thing, hm?
Why do we form relationships?
There are many reasons, but they can be summed up by the concept of meeting needs. And how many needs you have (and their complexity) may determine what kind of relationships you choose to have.
Let’s say you have 100 need boxes to be filled. A typical primary relationship fills, say, 75. It’s then up to you whether the remaining 25 are important enough to be filled.
Monogamous people say, “Nah, 75 is enough. I can live with the empty 25, and maybe over time, my partner will fill some of the rest.” Polyamorous people find others who can fill at least some of them.
What if you don’t have a primary? Then, one partner may fill 30, another 25, etc. How many partners you take depends on how important it is to have the other boxes filled — recognizing that some will always be empty. The specific array of partners and changes in the lineup determines which boxes get filled at any specific time.
A potential partner might appeal because they fill a few high-need boxes, and so we’re willing to put up with complications like distance or some incompatibilities to get that benefit. People who have a really big need box for companionship, stability, and/or touch may be extra motivated to get a primary.
And yes, some people decide to fill some of their own boxes — or shrink some of them to make that easier. Of course, some boxes might be more resistant to shrinking than others.
But every time we take on a partner, there is a calculus of what boxes they will fill, whether we can manage what’s left — and how.
When it comes to play, I am not someone who needs to be taken out of their comfort zone; I am someone who needs to be taken *into* it.
There will be more on this when it’s fully thought through.
I recently spent time with a teacher who works in one of the schools where a shooting occurred. She told the story of that day – and how, days after the incident, the school administration had brought in comfort dogs for the staff and the students.
I had heard the phrase, but hadn’t realized that comfort dogs don’t actively provide comfort. They are trained to accept affection without reacting. They will let you cuddle with them and stroke them and be close to them, but not lick your face or give back in any obvious way. They provide comfort by accepting others’ affection.
So often in human relationships, we hear about people with difficulty receiving affection, who believe that their role is to give and give, as that’s the only way to make sure the other person feels appreciated. They feel lazy or guilty for letting the other person do for them. (And yes, I’m one of those people.)
It’s worth remembering that accepting what someone else has to offer is a gift in itself. That allowing someone to love and respect is as much a sign of affection as offering it yourself.
I’m not much of a dog person. But it looks like even they can teach an old me new tricks.
People come in a lot of different packages — colors, shapes, and patterns. Some of what we can see may be quite attractive.
But the wrapping is no clue to what’s inside — which is what’s important. Yes, that’s true for many people who put soul and emotional compatibility ahead of physical attraction. But it’s especially so for people who don’t define their attraction by the shape of the package or its parts.
One way pansexuality is not like holiday presents: Please don’t shake the packages to see if they’re yours.
…with the emphasis on Far.
So many of us have done it. Gotten into a chat with an interesting person via social media, or maybe met them in passing at a wedding, conference, or some other gathering far from one of your hometowns. And there was a spark, and you would like to find out how and whether each of you fits in the other’s life.
But they live way far away. Can long distance relationships succeed? What can you do to increase the chances? Here’s a beginning checklist:
First, don’t let logistics get in the way of attraction. We like who we like and we love who we love; don’t write off somebody who gives you tingles just because it’s going to be hard to see each other.
Second, make sure you’re both on the same page about the practicalities. If one of you expects or needs to see the other every month, and you can only see them twice a year, it’s not going to be a successful relationship.
A third way to help it succeed is to celebrate every contact, every shared dream, every time you see or do something that reminds you of the other person. Contact and common experiences can go a long way in reinforcing long-distance relationships even when you can’t be physically together as often as you might like. (This is why text messaging was invented, folks.)
And a fourth important approach — and perhaps a challenging one — is to encourage the distant partner to find in local relationships the things that you can’t provide in a long distance one. Support them in their relationships with their local partners, the ones that give them regular touch and other experiences that only happen in person. Those people are not rivals for your relationship; they make it possible.
There are many more aspects to long distance relationships, but follow those and you’ll be off to a solid start.
“I told him I want you to do two things while I’m in Iraq: Sleep with my wife and start my motorcycle regularly.“
“I want you know that I just invited you here for your body,” she said, as we pulled down the covers and snuggled into bed.
It’s understandable; she’s in a monogamous relationship that had become sexless. We had previously only exchanged vanilla massage, so it was quite flattering that she reached out to me when her partner consented to her finding intimate touch elsewhere.
Even more curiously, it was the second such request for the same weekend. The other came from a friend who is single, visiting town, and looking for some relief. In each case, they wanted contact comfort and a certain degree of sexual service, but wanted to be clear that this wasn’t about romance, a deeper relationship, or even reciprocal attentions. They had needs; would I meet them?
Yes, they’re friends. In each case, however, these requests went beyond the bounds of the existing friendship. To be sure, I am happy to meet the needs and flattered to be asked, but it was also clear that these were principally one-way transactions, and my main source of my pleasure would come simply from knowing that they are happy.
I can’t imagine, were the roles reversed, ever asking for similar favors. I’m just not wired that way. Fortunately, one doesn’t have to rely on the kindness of friends; providing good touch is part of the great service sex workers can provide (and just one of the reasons their work should be legal.) Is helping meet people’s needs any less honorable if money changes hands? (Hint: Ask a doctor, therapist, massage tech, etc., etc.)
So the question is less whether I can now call myself a sex worker… than why anyone would be forced to not call themselves that.
“I’d like 100 forevers” may be one of the more profound and/or romantic things I’ve ever said.
But the post office clerk just nodded and handed me stamps.