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.
Long story short: Helio, now of of Follows The Sun, was contacted by a partner who in turn had been warned about a possible STI exposure. The partner had already made a clinic appointment for himself and reserved a spot for her so they could go in together. She wrote a post about the problems she ran into trying to confirm her appointment. Here’s her conclusion. (Emphasis mine.)
What pisses me off most, here, is not that they were disorganized, listened to him and didn’t listen to me, assumed that when I wanted testing it was because I had done something irresponsible whereas his appointment was just common sense. No, what pisses me off is that the operator who spoke to May must have assumed that his partner was male. Otherwise they wouldn’t have told him there were such consecutive appointments, because appointments are apparently just made differently and along different schedules for women and for men. Which is fine, but fuck you operator for assuming my lover only sleeps with dudes because he’s responsible about his sexual health and he has a soft-toned voice. Fuck you long and hard.
I’m more sanguine about the possible reasons for the mix up. To name but one problem, accountability requirements imposed by dedicated-funding grants on non-profit service providers can make it fiendishly difficult to do what might otherwise be the most sensible things. It only gets worse when you add in regulatory constraints, medical/ethical limits, budget constraints, clerical overload, and plain old provider burn-out.
Still, I’m just so tickled that Helio stands up for the possibility of hetero men’s responsibility! Humans have an admirable ability to rise to meet expectations but have a disappointing tendency not to exceed them. Expecting sexual responsibility from hetero men, and expressing impatience when others fail to expect responsibility, are two good ways to actually get responsibility from hetero men.
I’ve been forgetting to post about this for so long. Holly of The Pervocracy takes on the clothed female, naked male porn/fetish thingie, with her predictably insightful twist.
CFNM is a fetish interest in “clothed female, naked male.” It’s a femdom thing, not an exhibitionist thing—the idea isn’t “hey ladies lookit my wiener” so much as “hey slave get out your wiener.” Here’s a very NWS site that illustrates. (“CMNF” doesn’t seem to be as much of a distinct fetish, although it certainly happens in maledom. And in society, grumble grumble…) I’d heard of CFNM before but I got really thinking about it today.
I can’t decide whether to love it or hate it. On the one hand, I love the idea of good-looking men submitting to objectification and ogling. CFNM porn, although aimed mostly at straight men, seems to break the mold of the ass-ugly or invisible male pornstar—all the CFNM models I’ve seen have been cute as hell, which is awesome. Somehow this seems more like real submission than femdom porn where the women are wearing crotchless nippleless leather fishnet getup things—the male submissives are the only ones sacrificing their dignity for once.
And it’s acknowledging that women actually enjoy looking at cute naked men! From the men’s perspective even! This is awesome!
On the other hand… the thought I have looking at a lot of these pictures is “gosh, if he was naked in front of me I wouldn’t be leaving my clothes on.”
I want to just keep quoting her post because she keeps picking at that “women would really rather be sexualized by men than have sex with them” theme men in Western Civilization keep telling everybody we can’t do without. But I’ll stop here so you can go read the rest yourself.
Twisty of I Blame The Patriarchy gets the concept 100% right but gets the terminology 100% backwards. Talking about the desperately no-win situation young women find themselves in when they send naked pictures of themselves to young men
A woman’s social status is inexorably tied to the manner in which her sex is used by men. It’s impossible for her to express sexuality precisely right, because the sex class is not sovereign over itself. It’s subject to dudely whim. The expression of a woman’s sexuality is purely a matter of dudely interpretation.
That’s actually a pretty succinct way of defining women not as the sex class but as the no-sex class, a class of individuals defined as having sexual interest or desire of their own, and therefore available for the projection (sexualization) or predation (transactional or coercive extraction) of a facility they themselves do not have (or better not have) any use for themselves.
The no-win part being, as Twisty points out, that when her boyfriend (who, as a member of the real sex class is expected and required to be perpetually in lust and to be emotionally and psychologically unaffected by having it) forwards said photo to his classmates the girl is expected to either kill herself, in which case she’s dead, or not to kill herself, in which case she’s a slut. The boyfriend of the girl who dies is expected and required to be unaffected by the outcome of his action because a) he’s just a life support system for a dick anyway and b) what do you expect: boys will be boys.
In fact the third option might be that a sexually assertive girl sends photos, the immature, unprepared boy is developmentally unequipped to handle it and so he behaves as childishly as possible, diverting a sexual overture he’s actually not prepared to handle into a bonding experience with his equally immature peers. The girl, who may be further into sexual development but not immune to the peer pressure adolescents exert on each other, acts not out of sexual shame, which she might not feel, but instead of the plain old extraordinary alienation and pain adolescents of any gender feel when they’re singled out, bullied, and betrayed by those they believe to be peer supporters.
The latter narrative won’t fly, of course, not because it’s more sympathetic to boys (it’s not, particularly, despite my passionate belief that boys are too-often sexualized before their ready) but because it’s sympathetic to girls (who are condemned if they express autonomous sexual agency and damned to become chattel or prey if they don’t.)
The only reason I can think that Twisty would persist in incorrectly calling women the “sex class” would be that a) that’s how some really, really old dead people first labeled women and b) because she’d have to confront the fact that by insisting that women withhold sex from men — even those who want1 to have sex with men, either eternally or at least until men agree to the terms of this leverage-for-sex strike — she’s perpetuating rather than subverting the dominant no-sex class paradigm.
One consequence of her incorrect use of terminology is that she sees patriarchy as inescapable — which in turn is a consequence of her endorsing a stance for women that both aids and comforts the patriarchy.
Except for that one quibble, and its consequence, I agree with her about most stuff.
_[1 Not that every woman wants to have sex. Another consequence of the stupid no-sex class paradigm is that society is unable to distinguish between members of the no-sex class it doesn’t want having sex, and members who themselves don’t want to have sex… either at the moment or ever… with men… or with anybody all. The no-sex class construction makes it easier to discern the difference. —fl]
Oof! I can’t believe I missed this the first time! Kink In Exile reflects on Rule #2 of the bogus, corrosive Two Rules of Desire (It’s simultaneously inconceivable and intolerable for a man to be sexually desirable) and finds it wanting. (Italics mine.)
So there is an interesting twist on this whole sex positive thing that I just wanted to mentioned because it’s come up a bunch recently. Think of this as a placeholder for a post…
If sex is something women have and men want how does this impact men’s self confidence? I’ve heard a few men express that it is novel to feel sexually wanted, not because they were not sexually wanted in the past but because there is not a space in which that is typically expressed. This is remarkable because all of the conversations I have had about this with all the various people these conversations have happened were in the last couple of months. Why is it so new and crazy to think that maybe men want to know that they are found attractive and desirable? I mean I want to hear that expressed by a partner…
I was told for the first time in real life that I’m “handsome” some time last Summer. By a friend I’ve known since we were both teenagers. In the 1970s. What was cool was she wasn’t saying it romantically or anything, just as a casual remark comparing me to someone else our age (who she’s also fond of.)
People have mentioned it in reference to the photos I’ve posted. And I get the impression hetero women talk to each other about attractiveness in men. But as KIE’s friend said, there’s not a space in which it’s typically expressed. To the point that I’m pretty sure women might be surprised how few hetero men have ever heard it said. And certainly ever heard it said about them.
Which harks back, incidentally, to something Holly of The Pervocracy said earlier this month. (For the record I have a quibble only with the quoted paragraph, the rest of her post is dead on and worth reading.)
It always bothers me when straight guys claim they “can’t tell” if another guy is attractive. It’s such an annoying form of overcompensation. (It’s also not true; maybe a totally straight guy can’t make fine distinctions or have a “type,” but he can tell you whether Gilbert Gottfried or Brad Pitt is more attractive.) I didn’t ask if he gave you a boner, all you have to do is use your eyes and a completely detached, theoretic sense of attractiveness. It won’t make you gay.
See, this isn’t exactly right. We can tell if another guy is attractive to us. Even if he doesn’t give us a boner. That’s not the point. The point is that, outside of maybe Brad Pitt, we don’t have much of an impression of which men are attractive to women. Because, again, physical, visual attractiveness in men, for men, doesn’t really have a lot of vocabulary that… well… doesn’t originate with men. So we can get opinions by the senior George Bush or John McCain that former Vice President Dan Quayle was so handsome they expected women to riot. And I’m pretty sure most men would have agreed that he ought to have been that appealing to women since he embodies a lot of what men think is good looking. But… but… that didn’t happen.
For the record, I still don’t think I personally look all that great in the sense that in no way do I conform to what I consider standards of attractiveness. I get that other people on-line think otherwise, but I still think that’s only because nobody online sees my face.
Since both Rules of Desire are problematic, and since they conspire to make us feel undesirable for any reason but the worthiness of our accomplishments or status (largely, I believe, as a byproduct of accommodating other of men’s preferences), it’s just one more barrier that needs to fall before gender equality is really gonna work. And not because men should be objectified equally to women (wrong direction) but because not understanding that we can appear as physically attractive leads us to go a little overboard on the worthiness front. From which much hilarity does not ensue.
Anyway, it’s great to hear that both Holly and Kink in Exile, as well as MayMay, the authors of Erotica Cover Watch, and maybe a few others, are noticing and/or contributing and/or starting a discussion of the matter in the last few months.

Photo by Flickr user THEfunkyman. Used under a Creative Commons license.
Bad Man of A Bad Man in a Bad Place tackles “the number” question at least as well as I ever have.
And all things being equal, what am I missing? The math never made sense to me – let’s say for the sake of argument, I’ve been with 100 women. I haven’t but let’s say. Are you expecting 99 other men not to have been with those women? Or, put another way, why would my “number” be that much higher than a woman’s? I mean, clearly, I’m a superstud [You better be kidding -Ed. Self mockery is funny… It’s really not -Ed.] but then there ought to be a few women out there who operate the same way I do, no? If I’ve slept with 100 women, surely there are women who have slept with 100 men? And why are they accorded any different treatment than me? That’s what I never got. Why do I get the metaphorical high five, but women get a burka? This makes no sense. Someone explain. Explain on email if you must, if you want to hide your name. Just someone please explain.
What’s the downside of an experienced lover? I lost my virginity to a girl who had been with a few guys before me. She rocked my world. I’ve been with a bunch of women who had been with a bunch of men. And the sex was really good. There is a correlation, I have to assume, between experience and being good at fucking. So why do we look down at “experienced” women? What IS that? And don’t give me the Madonna/Whore piffle, that’s a fine theory but so stupid in practice.
Yup. Pretty frustrating. Nice to see someone else making the case from the outie side. My only minor quibble would be that it doesn’t have to follow that someone who’s had lots of partners is going to be better or at least more comfortable and confident in bed. I mean, sure chances are they will but possible benefits to partners is neither the point nor purpose of experience. As I’m pretty sure Bad Man willould agree, it’s not about them being better in the sack, it’s about nobody ought to care about anyone else’s number! (Incidentally he handles the major objections in a nicely interpolated list earlier in the excerpted post.)
Note also that those objections tend to be overwhelmingly rolled out towards women — for instance people very rarely say “ew, I wouldn’t want a male partner who’s had lots of experience, he might have diseases.” I mean, like, what? Only (hetero) women have cooties? Just like with the HPV question, where only women are supposed to be vaccinated, where the Sam Hill are women getting the cooties from if not equally cootie’d men? (The theory of life emerging by spontaneous generation having been obsolete lo these centuries.)