Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts

Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Last 50 Shades of Grey Post I Will Ever Write. Maybe.

I've made it clear that I'm not reading 50 Shades of Grey.

Mainly, because I have a 12-year-old copy of Anna Karenina collecting dust on my bookshelf, and I can't bring myself to read that over-hyped vibrator manual, when I have real books going unread.

But there is another reason.

As an unqualified sexual advisor, it is my job to keep an open mind about human sexuality. Kinks included. Which is why 50 Shades of Grey really pissed me off.

The more I heard about this book, the more I learned that Christian Grey was not some normal 26-year-old billionaire with a penchant for kinky sex.  He was a fucked up guy who liked BDSM, because he was fucked up. And after conquering his demons stopped wanting that type of sex.

This is a problem. Someone unfamiliar with BDSM (which is basically everyone magic-wanding themselves to that book) could naturally assume that fetishes are something that can be fixed. That the person who enjoys non-traditional sex is broken in some way.

Now one could ask why a little bit of kink-negativity matters. It's not something like sexuality that can't be hidden. For the most part, you could know someone your entire life and never learn that they go home and strap on a ball-gag.

But at a time when basically every form of sexuality is under attack, having something like 50 Shades can provide rhetoric for the "sex-for-babies-only" crowd.

For example, I stumbled upon a blog that begins much like mine, with the author, Dannah Gresh, valiantly pronouncing that she will not be reading 50 Shades of Grey. However, her reasoning is a little different than my own.
  • Erotica is sinful.
  • Lust is harmful.
  • Women don't like when guys view porn.
  • BDSM is super-duper yucky. 
The post is full of broad generalizations about female sexuality. Women don't enjoy pornography or men that view pornography. BDSM is something evil that women are being forced to accept. 

The following statement is my personal favorite:


It’s not just that this book misuses sex, it redefines it into something evil as the lead character dominates in a hurtful manner. How woman can enjoy that, I can’t understand!
 But I do have a theory. It seems to me that in our emasculating culture
 there is a hunger so great for strong men that women will stoop to
 bondage, dominance, sadism, and masochism for just a taste. 
Do yourself a favor, don’t!

Well, thanks for that trip back into 1950s America!  

What Gresh fails to acknowledge is that BDSM, or any other kink for that matter, is not a misuse of sex. It is sex. 

Sex does not always look the same in every relationship, but as long as the parties involved are consenting and safe, they should not be shamed for their desires. 

As I read the post, I couldn't help but wonder would Gresh have a problem with BDSM if it took part in the realm of marriage. If a monogamous husband and wife engaged in a little bondage, would that be okay? What if the wife was the one in charge of the leash, is that still icky? 

If so, wouldn't her distaste have nothing to do with the sanctity of marital relations, and more to do with the fact that kinky sex bothers her personally. 

I'm going to assume that it's the latter, especially since her theory that BDSM was spawned from the emasculation of men is ridiculous. The origins of BDSM can be traced back to the ninth century, a time when queering gender was far from anyone's concern. 

Finally, just as rape-play is not actually rape, BDSM is not a form of brutal violence meant to do actual physical harm.

If it is, you're doing it wrong, Dannah.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Help! Self Love is Complicated

Dear Allie,


Recently, I have found myself alone for the first time in over 10 years. My sisters' husbands have bragged about how much we girls in my family enjoy sex. My problem is now that I miss the fact that I miss sex. It used to be something that I really enjoyed and now I feel, well, mehh about it. To alleviates this situation, I went back to my beginnings and tried to masturbate. I found out though, that I HAD to fantasize about someone in order to make it work. Sometimes men, sometimes women, but I wonder, is there any other way to finish successfully? Suggestions?


Andi from Kansas


Happy Valentines Day all!

I hope everyone has enjoyed their Hallmark holiday. I know I did! Some Taco Bell and one heart-shaped chocolate box down, and I'm ready to ingest a whole bottle of Tums and watch the Daily Show in bed with my sweetheart.

But not before I give you all your V-Day present: My horrible sex advice to a stranger from the internet.

So Andi from Kansas, first, I must applaude you for using your real name and for admitting that you masturbate in the state of Kansas. Both admirable!

Now I read over your question a couple times, and aside from you feeling lackluster about sex, I can't really find a problem. I mean, you have to fantasize about someone during masturbation to reach orgasm?

I think that's the point.

Aside from fantasizing about a person or a scenario, I'm not exactly sure what would be an appropriate masturbation mind-reel. Besides maybe that taco/chocolate combo I mentioned earlier.

Basically, I don't think there's anything wrong with you having to fantasize about someone to get yourself off. I think it's healthy, normal and amazing to think about Ryan Reynolds, shirtless, and wearing a Reagan mask (or maybe that's just Mr. Rick Santorum's fantasy).

I even have an inkling that if you continue to stretch your sexual imagination, you may be able to hunt down your lost libido.

Listen Kansas, after 10 years in a relationship you are probably a much different person sexually than the last time you were single. Give yourself time to explore this side of you. The side that does not have a sexual partner. The side that can indulge in whatever fantasy you choose. Don't be afraid of your sexual fantasies. If anything, use them as a tool to guide you into the next chapter of your sexual life.

Unless that life involves Newt Gingrich in a Reagan mask, then it's time to find the nearest convent.



XOXO
                                              Allie

P.S. If after reading this you think, "I fantasize about Ryan Reynolds in a Reagan mask!" Write me at notreallyabarista@gmail.com or on Twitter @AllieOopsie. You will remain anonymous.