How did I miss posting this when I first composed it? Anyway, back in September Blue Gal explained why she reads Esquire Magazine instead of Cosmopolitan…
Cosmo’s sex advice for women: Wear your thong as a hair tie.
Esquire’s sex advice for men: “Your primary objective must be to make her very, very, very happy. Because it is easy to make you happy. You can do that all by yourself—even with one hand tied behind your back.”
...which explains why I read Blue Gal.
Abby Spector, guest-posting forEm & Lo says
I consider myself a sexual adventurer. As a bisexual who has posed naked for photographers, enjoys threesomes, and has a collection of vibrators, I think I deserve the label. However, there is one sexual act I refuse to partake in: handjobs.
For years I struggled trying to perfect my phallus-massaging abilities. Touching peen is only the first foot on third base (with oral being a whole body slide). We are taught that we have to run the diamond in base order. No skipping allowed. Five bruised penises later, I have learned how to stand up for myself. I look men in all three of their eyes and tell them the truth. “I, Abby Spector, will never give you a handjob.”
Here’s my take on handjobs. (Which in places, except for the bruising part, echos some of Spector’s points.)
I sort of held off waiting to hear other people’s comments before leaving my own. But based on what’s been said so far I think the big surprise ought to be where people (who haven’t tried it) ever got the idea handjobs for men are easy. And please don’t worry about it or feel dumb for not knowing — you’re so not the only one it’s not funny.
I think it’s sort of a natural mistake. Very young men can be pretty quick to ejaculate, and unless I’m really mistaken handjobs are most common really early in sexual relationship formation. Conversely handjobs fall out of favor pretty quickly once men, and their partners, begin to add penetrative acts to their repertoire. Add in the mistaken observation that if he can rub one out in a minute or two then it ought to be easy for her. (Most men, if you think about it, take months and even years to figure out how to do it the first time too!)
Yes, there are men for whom handjobs are easy and rewarding, and there are women for whom it comes naturally. But out of all the times I’ve had sex with partners I can think of only one or two times that someone managed to find the right spots, and the right rhythms, and had the interest, and the stamina, to get me all the way off — and not just warm me up — with just her hands.
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That said, if you’ve actually been bruising your partners trying to get them off here’s a tip: Back off! There are some (not most) kinksters that might work for but even though almost all men like firmer pressure than most women would, but if you’re being rough enough to leave marks you’re also being way too rough to get him off. Point being “try harder next time” is not the solution to every problem!
Matthew Yglesias says of a study that tries to claim that macaque monkeys conduct prostitution transactions. In the sense that sex is more than twice as frequent (3.5 times vs 1.5 times) when males that “pay” sex by first grooming females than when they don’t.
If you think about human society, “paying for sex” denotes a pretty specific kind of social practiceâ€â€prostitutionâ€â€and isn’t a catchall phrase to cover every mutually beneficial relationship that involves sex. You could probably do a study of married human couples that would show that sex is more likely after a husband is nice to his wife than after he’s been a jerk; I don’t think you’d call that a study about “paying for sex” among married couples.
That sounds about right. It happens to be the case that a lot of people imagine that “proper” men “pay” for sex through marriage. Which makes sense in those relationships where women have no interest in sex, whatsoever. Or who, because of artificial limits on social and economic opportunities imposed by the dictates of gendered culture they have no, zero, none interest in sex with the men they’re obliged to marry.
Oddly the article, and the study it describes, claims no parallels should be drawn between human and macaque behavior. Which is laudable I’m sure. Or would be if, rather than conclusions drawn the researchers and reporters hadn’t instead drawn premises.
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P.S. if I’m not mistaken I’m more likely to want sex 3.5 times an hour instead of 1.5 if, instead of just bending over the first “female” I’m on intimate terms with and “copulating” with her I instead spend time “grooming” her by putting my arms around her, stroking her cheek, murmuring things out loud that remind me why I appreciate her, burying my face in her hair, kissing, nuzzling, or biting her neck and shoulders, and otherwise engaging in the kind of “payment” we more often think of as, oh, I don’t know, foreplay!
Because, you know, foreplay increases men’s interest in and desire for more frequent sex. Something the subset of anthropologists and science reporters most drawn to moronic anthropomorphization of macaque (not to mention macaque-ization of humans) might discover if they ever bothered to try it.
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Seriously! The idea that only women “need” or otherwise benefit from foreplay is just… um… yeah, just try it some time. I mean, not to drag in the food issue or anything but don’t studies also show that people who eat food cold, out of the can, over the sink to “save time” also tend to eat less overall than people who take the time to actually enjoy their food as a cultural activity and not just a biological necessity? Well, same for sex, m’kay?
I just gotta pass this along. Em & Lo of Sex. Love. And Everything in Between. say
Photo from Em & Lo’s site. Link takes you to Amazon Tingler page with their associate code.The turn-of-the-century enthusiasm over the Tingler may have faded, but don’t forget this ridiculous-looking repurposed kitchen whisker for pre-sex relaxation and nerve-stimulation. In fact, experiencing the Tingler is the closest you can get to sheer ecstasy without taking MDMH or having an orgasm. This cheap metal scalp-massaging tool is so simple  but then most ingenious ideas are: It gently touches acupressure points to send shivers throughout your entire body. And that’s not just regurgitated marketing copy  that’s for reals.
Whether they are, as Em & Lo suggest, one of the best foreplay tools ever, I gotta say they can feel celestially supernal. Leave a comment if you’ve ever tried it.
Somebody named Simcha at The Frisky makes with the funny.
Stamina Pillows Stop Men In Their Sacks
Thumbnail image from The Frisky.Men premature ejaculate because you are just too damn fine! Girl, you know it’s true! Well, that’s the concept behind Durex’s new limited edition Stamina Pillows. Originally given away with their Performa condoms that have a mild anesthetic to prevent dudes from beating you to the finish line, the cases feature some not-so-sexy pictorialsâ€â€like an old bag lady with pigtails, a pearl necklace, and armpit hair licking her lips. It’s pretty creepy. But there’s also a redheaded guy with cabbage patch bangs sucking on a lollipop and we think he could be Michael K from Dlisted’s soul mate. Hey, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so, it might not work for everyone! However, we’re willing to try anything if it means we’ll get to party with our pants off for even just a few more minutes.
What. Ever.
First of all, even though they only seem elderly instead of misshapen or unattractive the people in the photos don’t do much for me either but then I’m not close to them in age. And since I distinctly remember my early teens when my peers and I felt sorry mostly vague dismay for older, “one-foot-in-the-grave” college-aged men and women I suspect the alleged flaws in these pillow photo models are more a matter of the onlooker’s generational perspective (or lack thereof) than of the models themselves. Call that strike one against the pillows.
What also makes it jarring is the effect of even-older-than-usual people striking “sexy” poses and facial expressions derived from… the generally naive flirtations of school children. You’d have to click through to the article to see them but… where exactly did that finger-in-the-mouth or slurping-a-lollipop look get lumped over into sexy? (And everybody laughs at Senator Vitters’ diaper fetish!) Anyway, I’ve noticed in general that actual grown up men and women in their 20s, let alone 40s, let alone older, tend to flirt and express arousal in ways that make sense for their ages and experience. Call that strike two.
Finally, though, I’m also struck by the name, “Stamina Pillows,” and the implications that the solution for premature ejaculation would be presumed psychological dismay of envisioning people one isn’t (yet) old enough to be attracted to. I mean… seriously… what’s the intention here?!?! Never mind intentions, what are the implications?
Here we are, men supposed to be all selfishly, short-sightedly, thinking-with-the-little-head obsessed with our own gratification and… during holy-grail-for-men intercourse we’re… memorizing baseball scores? Reviewing tax tables? Contemplating allegedly non-sexy elders?
Sheesh, and we complain that women think about shopping lists?
Maybe…
Just maybe…
Nahh… communications, creativity, taking turns, and maybe getting over the idea of intercourse as the sexual end-goal couldn’t possibly result in overall more frequent, let alone more frequently enjoyable sex. For all involved.
Couldn’t be.
That would be strike three.
Em and Low of Daily Bedpost
We’ve said it before, we’ll say it again: Sex is not intercourse. So stop using the two words interchangeably! When we as a society do this over and over again, it gets into the collective unconscious and starts limiting how we imagine the possibilities of pleasure, especially for women. A majority of women (that’s more women than not!) don’t climax from intercourse, so why rush to get there when you can spend time on more rewarding acts? But make no mistake: it’s not like you gentlemen out there can’t enjoy the variety that comes from taking intercourse off its pedestal—hey, if the destination is orgasm, how could anyone complain about the journey there? (Indeed, how could anyone NOT call that “sex”?!)
Nicely, if heteronormatively**, said. I always like to go a bit further, though, and stress that “sex,” however you define it, also doesn’t automatically end with male ejaculation.
This is not, by the way, to buy into the idea that orgasms are just “harder” for women, or that women “need” foreplay. After all the “fore” in foreplay is short for the same old “before intercourse to male ejaculation” Em, Lo, all other right-thinking people, and I are trying to nudge out of first place.
Instead, as Em and Lo hint, if the point of sex was male ejaculation then “Jizz in My Pants“ would be an instructional video and we could all go home. Since there’s almost universal agreement that “ejaculation” and “sex” aren’t the same thing it’s not that much of a stretch to “intercourse” and “sex” aren’t the same thing either…
At which point you get quite a bit more latitude for enjoyment not just for women but for men too!
One last point about the benefits of confusing intercourse with sex. Among heterosexuals it’s overwhelmingly the case that “intercourse” is something that men do to their partners. Not necessarily a bad to do things to each other during sex, and I’m given to understand that many (though not all) women enjoy it for precisely the reason of feeling “done to.”
Thing is, though, that if for the most part “foreplay” means “getting ready for sex” and “sex” means “intercourse” and “intercourse” means “what the man does to the woman” then… well, where, exactly is the room for women to enjoy actively things, for men to enjoy actively being *done to?”
I mean, if (heterosexuals) can’t break out of that then we’re stuck in what amounts to one party always hosting dinner (using food as my favorite analogy again) and the other party always being the guest. Not that there’s anything specifically about that either (one reason I think it’s a good analogy.) It’s just… limited in the sense that neither side gets the full range of experience. Just for example: of planning what to make or bring or do, of anticipating what the other has planned; of making requests or alternately of soliciting them.
And, seriously, with sharing sex, just as with sharing food, the experience of breaking out of the “host” and “guest” roles provides further understanding, further appreciation, greater inspiration, closer connections, and consequently much richer, much deeper, and much greater pleasure. For all concerned.
[** Focusing on heterosexuality is just fine in this context, because for reasons that… don’t actually have as much to do with sex as it does with notions of reproduction heterosexual sex seems to be a lot more consistently… even institutionally!... and unnecessarily dysfunctional. —fl]

Photo by Flickr user pizzodisevo. Used under a Creative Commons license.
Dacia Ray of Waking Vixen lands hard on a recent study that seems totally trapped in status quo assumptions.
There’s a new study that’s just been released that is reporting the above fact: 43% of American women have some kind of sexual dysfunction (SD).
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With a percentage number that high, I want to know – dysfunctional compared to what? Compared to the rapid moan and groan of porn performers, the persistent cultural belief that orgasm from intercourse is ideal, or less concrete examples of the pressure that is exerted on women to conform to an ideal of sexual performance that is imagined?
I mean… what exactly are the assumptions in that study? This kind of thing is one of, my perpetual, and bugaboos. If we simply changed the definition of “sex” from “till he’s done” to “till she’s done” then if we changed nothing else then overnight bookstore self-help shelves would empty of books about “foreplay” and the “hard time” women have with orgasms to be restocked with of equally urgent and baffled books about men’s dysfunctional “prematurity.”
Of course that too would be looking at only half the picture but… it really would be nice to begin conversations that don’t assume men in general and ejaculation in particular is the be all and, especially the end all of sex. The benefits of pulling up that particular anchor could be pretty big. For all involved.
As Steve Miller put it in “Space Cowboy“
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of lovePeople talk about me, baby
Say I’m doin’ you wrong, doin’ you wrong
Well, don’t you worry baby
Don’t worry
Cause I’m right here baby, right here, right here, right here at home
In the unlikely event this post failed to make the case for arbitrarily designating one party or another the “expert” who will “teach” the other about sex here’s a follow-up.
I rest my case.
Via TBK

Photo by Flickr user jslander. Used under a Creative Commons license.
So sure, it takes longer to make scratch waffles with fresh-toasted pecans in the batter and sliced fruit and whipped cream and a delicate lacing of thick maple syrup on top than it takes to scramble an egg. But do we ever say it’s a problem that waffles take longer to make than scrambled eggs?
Have I mentioned I seem to have very strong willpower in the face of consensual but extraordinary temptation? The trick seems to be… thoroughly enjoy having it.
In comments last week Curvaceous Dee mentioned teasing a partner who was forced to keep his eyes on the road while she caressed herself in the passenger seat. All the way home. I’ve always had a roaringly good time in exactly those kinds of situations.
Of course teasing can go both ways with that. For instance sweet-talking about what you’d like to do to each other if you could only find a place to pull over… and then “accidentally” missing a promising deserted exit or side road? Oh yeah, extending the agony for another few miles… even if that really only means a few more minutes of driving time. Saying “ooh, I think there’s a spot just up ahead where we can pull over and… oh no, too many lights?” Also pretty humidifying.
But of course you don’t have to be in a car to find, or invent, all sorts of opportunities for teasing and denying yourselves. If you’re younger there’s always “not yet, I think your <sibling/parents/sitter> hasn’t <left/gone to bed/gone downstairs>!” And of course if you’ve got children — and the time and energy left anything but sleep :-) — there’s always “I think I hear footsteps.” And if you’re daft enough to have at-work relationships, well, the opportunities are endless — during normal work hours or after.
And then, obviously, there’s the “haven’t gone that far” phase of new relationships, although the actual, legitimate uncertainties are usually too distracting… not to mention too important… to call it tease and denial.
A couple of caveats. While it’s fun when it’s mutual and cooperative, unilateral teasing isn’t any more admirable than… I dunno… playground teasing. And when it gets wrapped up in the whole “no-sex” class thing it’s a bit too cliché, not to mention stereotype-enforcing to be very cool at all.
Fortunately it doesn’t have to be either unilateral or cliché. Instead it can be… delightfully appetizing. For hours, although preferably not for days.
And the nice thing about playing together, of course, is that when you’re working it together the worst that can happen is… you both lose! Which, when you’re talking about sexual tension, means you also both win. :-)