Life is crazy. Hubby decided to empty our joint chequing account and cancel our joint credit card without telling me. I found out when I tried to withdraw money to pay our babysitter on my break on Sunday. Not the good type of surprise. Fortunately, I was smart enough to save our children’s savings accounts and had stashed a bit of a cash back up fund, so I’ll be fine. Today was a day of opening my own accounts, making sure that all my earnings go into my own account, taking my name off some accounts, closing others, and getting my phone in my name apart from him. The cherry on the top of the cake was my parking fees being NSF’d because hubby cancelled my credit card. So I managed to get direct debit set up. Now I think I’m good. As good as one can be when one’s husband goes crazy and makes major decisions without telling her. Also, I told him about every change I made so he isn’t caught unaware next week. I will be the bigger person if it kills me.
During this weekend I was talking to A a bit about my blog and how much he enjoys reading it. He caught up on my most recent posts and asked me about calling him a “cocky asshole” (I stand by it!) and we laughed a bit. He said he likes reading about our relationship and how I present it to others. I explained that it’s really a processing tool for me or really an explanation of my processing. That it’s therapeutic in a way. And then I said: “Except now that you read it, I can’t be completely honest about all the things until I’ve been completely honest with you about them.”
As is so typical of A, his response was perfect and interesting and full of insights into how he works. I’m not sure he always realizes how much of who he *really* is is present in some of his messages, but maybe he does and he’s that good with words and messages and guiding my responses. It doesn’t really matter to me either way. I kind of like him a little bit so it all makes me happy. 🙂
Here was his response:
“Actually you can totally be honest in the blog. As I know it is how you process, and it is a great way to get a conversation started, and if it is written, then I can read and be prepared for the convo. You know I’m very easy to manage and communicate with. I don’t see it as passive.”
First off, he’s so not easy to manage! But he’s easy to communicate with. In fact, he’s one of the best communicators I know. It’s part of why I tolerate the cocky asshole part. (Totally kidding, but I have to ride that one as long as I can – see what I did there?)
While there are things I could write about, I like keeping my relationship with A uncomplicatedly complicated. The fact that my two metamours are best friends could be so complicated and it isn’t. The fact that his wife is monogamous and our relationship is more committed than his others since he’s had his “free pass”, as he calls it, has the potential to be complicated, but so far it isn’t. The fact that I’m separating from my husband and he’s gone batshit crazy has the potential to get complicated and it has. It hasn’t caused stress in my relationships, but it could. These things I have minimal control over. What I do have control over is how complicated I make our relationship. So some things won’t make it here until I talk with him in person, even when I have his permission. Plus, he says a lot with his body language that doesn’t come across in his written responses, so sometimes I don’t want the guy to have prep time!
Now that I’ve explained all that, I’m going to talk about something that happened last night with A. Not because of him, but because something he said had me thinking all day today in between putting out the fires of my life.
He came over for a glass of wine after a charity event he was at and the stressed out version of me had other ideas for him than just drinking wine and though he put up a token fight, I managed to get him into bed and use him for the stress relief I needed. (I would never have got him naked if he hadn’t wanted to be, so no stress about me having an unwilling participant.) Somewhere in the midst of pillow talk, he said something about me being a nympho. I joked that for a guy that says he always wants sex, he sure turns me down a lot and we continued from there.
So here’s the thing. I like sex a lot. There was a time in my married life where we went without having sex (as in penis in vagina intercourse) for many many many months. We did other things, but it was mediocre at best. So was the sex when we had it. For the year before we embraced polyamory, we had very regular sex and it was improving dramatically. There was a time in my life where I thought I might be asexual, but then it occurred to me that I very much enjoyed masturbation every day, so it was probably a problem with the sex, not the machinery. When I started dating, and started having sex with new men, I realized something. These 40 year old men? Best kept secret. They know what they are doing. They have sex for the entire experience. They know how to please a woman and they know their way around the lady parts. They know how to ask for what they want and they know how to take feedback. Sex with 40-year-old men is amazing. Every. Fucking. Time. (Shhhhh. Don’t tell anyone. I want them all for myself!)
That’s why I like sex so much. I have the best sex of my life pretty much every time I have sex. Yes, it’s that good. I have two amazing partners. Everything about my relationships with them is extremely different, but they are both amazing. They fulfill parts of my life in ways I never thought possible until X introduced me to polyamory. So, I pretty much always want to have sex. I joke that I’m channeling a 16-year-old boy. A said I’m just channeling any man, but then he turns me down for sex. So I’m going to go with me being right!
See what I just did in the above paragraphs? What I did was explain. I explained why I like sex. I explained the circumstances of why I wanted to have a really good naked time with A last night. I found an excuse for every one of my actions that wasn’t “I just wanted to have sex”.
Think about this for a second. If a man said that he had a tough day, needed some stress relief and wanted sex, would you question it? If a man just said he wanted sex, would you be surprised? Would you call him a nympho for expressing his desire?
See what happened? A man pointed out my ‘atypical’ sex drive and I responded by defending it. A didn’t do anything wrong. He was joking with me. He’s a product of the society we live in as much as I am. Sure we have alternative lifestyles, but internalization of gender norms runs deep, and we all are guilty of our indoctrination. This fact can’t be more apparent than in my need to justify why I want sex. Or my response to him being teasing back that “for a guy who says he always wants sex, you sure were difficult to get in the bedroom.” I immediately went for the gender stereotype that he should always be ready and willing.
Why do we do this? Why is this our cultural norm? I don’t take any offense to it. I have no shame associated with the fact that I like sex, because I’m confident in who I am and what I want. But why isn’t it OK for a woman to say “Holy shit, could I ever use a pounding now” or a man to say “I just need to cuddle tonight”? Why is it the default of sex positive people like A and me to poke fun and joke with gender stereotypes and societal norms?
And in the end, is it important? Does it matter if he jokingly calls me a nympho after I very actively convinced him into the bedroom? Does it matter that my response is to tease him that for a man who says he has a high sex drive, I sure did have to work to convince him? Is it wrong to just let the joke go? Or as a proper feminist, do I have to do better, fight the joke, fight the stereotype, fight the gender norm?
In the end, the sex is fucking fantastic. And it always has me wanting more. Which means I’ll have more than one future opportunity to explain why I just want to get fucked.