I can’t believe the idea of enthusiastic consent is still a radical concept.
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No fucking shit. But that, of course, isn’t enough for certain disgusting fuckstains. Gotsta have a “partner” who’s in constant fear of you in order for you to get off. Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with people?!
Either that, or a partner who is a work in progress for you to “make over” into the person of your dreams — regardless of theirs.
O lord not another apologist on women and pleasure.
What next, the sublime silkiness of babies asses?
I was shopping at Barnes&Noble yesterday with my friend Paul. I was surprised when he found a “Gay & Lesbian” shelf. I was leafing through a book called The Whole Lesbian Sex Book while he tried to find some non-erotic gay fiction. Honestly, if you changed around the shes and hers to random and/or non-gender specific pronouns, it could just be called “The Whole Sex Book.” Honestly, I don’t see why talking about strap-ons, 6-inch acrylic plugs, and role-play somehow necessarily excludes heteros.
The basic gist was “Tell your partner what you like and listen to what they like. Don’t be afraid to try something new, and don’t be afraid to not do something of you really don’t like it.” I mean, this just seems like common sense to me. If my partner wants me to pull their hair or lick their asshole, I hope they let me know. And vice versa.
Besides, sex is like eating at a chinese restaurant: it’s not over until you both get your cookies. Remember I told you that.