A few months ago, I had sex with a guy who had recently broken up with his girlfriend. I found something in the specificity of his movements—the pressure he exerted, the timing of things: pleasure, yes, and traces of the woman who came to me, and the way she liked to be stroked.
His self-confidence, I immediately understood. He moves like someone who is used to sex, taking his place in it—following the impulses of his body without thinking. Towards the end, he put me in a position I hadn’t been in in a while, and instead of relaxing, I tensed up. I struggled to keep my balance and find my rhythm, but instead of trying, I slid back onto the bed, his shadow moving over me.
Being with him reminds me of what I was like when I first started having sex with someone new after my relationship ended. You should be nervous about starting over, and so am I, but I’m still more confident than I am now. I’ve had sex most nights for five years, so it doesn’t seem like a big deal to be that close to someone, to say what I want and how I want it. I can get to a place where I completely forget about myself which is impressive for someone like me who cares about how they look, suck my cheeks in the mirror and see if I had my cheek fat removed and bought it What it’s like Many vibrating anti-aging devices may not work. I can escape to that place outside of time and come back to myself when it’s over to find my vision blotchy, the skin on my chest pink, and my mascara running.
When I have sex now, I have this voice in my head that second-guesses everything. I don’t just do things, I think and then then I do, or don’t – usually when you have time to think, you’ve given yourself long enough Come talk about your way out. I can no longer forget myself. When I’m up there, I wonder how I look from that angle. An earring fell off and I had to resist the urge to pick it up. When I’m done, I need it so badly I want to crawl into the pajama top they just put on and poke my head out the other side.
I think it’s partly because sex feels more important when I have less of it, but it’s also because of the society I’m in. bell hooks writes in The Will to Change*), “If women are taught through sexist socialization, a journey through the rough terrain of sexuality will lead us to What our heart desires, then men are taught that their heart’s desire should be sex, and more sex.” In this model, women are encouraged to use sex as some kind of bargaining tool that they can use to entice men to have sex with They’re closer, it’s a carrot they can hang. Even if you don’t want to go out with the guy you’re having sex with, there’s this feeling after it’s done that you’ve lost some power, you’ve let go of something you shouldn’t have, and now you’re worth less. This is what happened to Carrie in episode 6 of Sex and the City when Mr. Big took her to a Chinese restaurant – thought it was a sign he didn’t agree seriously Watch her because she slept with him so fast.
