.sidestepping the fat-discussion…
A slight and lenghty hijack…
I know the rants like RexDarts’s come up on the SDMB quite often, but it is still new to me to see such a primal feeling so eloquently worded. Its like I, female, can eavesdrop on a boy-to-boy conversation, and still find that fascinating.
I have not said all I wanted to say in my last post. I wanted to give Rexdart advice because he seemed to make both himself unhappy, and he was scaring away the future mrs RexDart with that attitude. …that’s why I stepped in and threw in my two cents worth.
Now a more personal story.
Up until 35 years old, sex to me was kind of a chore. Sure, if I was in love touching “him” would feel electric, but somehow there were more Watts going on if my hand “accidentally” touched his before the feelings were outspoken, then if we would lie naked together. Sex was just something I did, it was part of a relationship if the relationship was important to me in other ways. Sex was something I wanted to be good at. Sex was forbidden, and it seemed to give me power over men, so I was hugely interested in it as a study object.
But had I been honest, choosing between sex and chocolatemousse would only be tough if I had to take the calories into account. And even given the calories I would definately go for the mousse, anytime.
At 22, I met my SO and our personalities fit together perfectly. The sex was no problem, but no perk either…about as nice as yoghurt. Without sugar.
Then I turned 35 and around that time, I got a lover. For the first time, sex felt really good. We had sex maybe 15 times, and it was sex like you see in movies when the screen goes all steamy. Sex so damn good I wouldn’t have traded it for all the chocolate in Switzerland. It was not real love, it was sex, just plain physical compatibility.
Then my lover turned out to be impossible to live with, even just for the affair, (don’t ask) and we broke up. That was a year ago.
And ever since, I lost my cool. God punishes adultery in funny ways and the universe is sadistic. I think about sex far too much, and my daydreaming distracts me from my other interests. It interferes with my concentration at work. I see attractive men, and I feel insecure and a dirty old woman just for fantasizing to touch them. I feel vulnerable knowing they have the power to reject me. I hate them (only fleetingly, but still) for (maybe?) not wanting me the way I want them to want me….
In short, I feel the sexual frustration most men must have felt and feel every day. And after one year of hoping it would vanish spontaneously, I have not yet learned to cope with it. I even have wished (for a fundamentalist split-second) that a particularly attractive young man (he got under my skin because he flirted with me) I have to meet often would wear some kind of head-to-toe-burqua, just for my peace of mind. I’m not proud of that….
Men, you have my deep sympathy. Ever since my own awakened sexual frustration, I have discreetly asked men if they would switch their sexual appetites to “OFF”if they could. 1*) I definately would!!! Its just not worth it.
But then, to my surprise, most men said they had learned to enjoy their sexual appetites, just by looking and fantasizing. That I found really admirable, but a trifle hard to believe, too.
Another friend of mine lost his libido for 3 months because he was on anti-depressants. I asked him if his was not a preferrable, peaceful state of mind. (He sometimes laments about getting enough sex, too). “No”, he said vehemently. He did not feel peaceful, he felt dead.
Even my advice to relish this state of mind as an unique insight into the female state of mind, could not console him.
How do you men learn to control yourself? Does it take the whole nine years from 14 to 23? I get miserable when I even think this will continue for another year… I want my cool back!
Now if it was only me… but I distinctly remember Masters & Johnson saying that a lot of women do not really awake sexually until midway down their thirties. Thats right, after they lose the first attraction of youth. Isn’t that sadistic or what!
**My point? I can tell now from my own experience that sexual frustration is not fun. Of course it does not deserve instant gratification, but it certainly does not merit the female scorn it often gets, either. **
1*) from my new personal experience, I would say that the way and amount men think about sex can only be compared to women obsessing over (and worrying about) their looks.