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New Advice on How to Better Sleep Around

6 Aug

How come I can't just sleep with a harem of men who are monogamous only to me and never question my actions? Damn that blasted patriarchy!

Well, not really.  But, some buds of mine who a lot of the time live in New Orleans and who happen to be coupled, Corinne “Lady Business” Loperfido and Jay “Rusty Lazer” Who Knows What His Last Name Is, have started an open relationship advice blog based on their own lived experiences with the subject–simply, openrelationship.info.

My partner and I started out open, fucked one another over, and instead of dealing with it decided to go mono.  Almost a year later, we’re transitioning back into a more poly lifestyle and with that are asking ourselves and one another a lot of really hard questions.  (Remember when I tried to pass that work off on all of y’all?)  I’m personally really relieved to have some experienced perspectives to back me up now.

Anyway, OpenRelationship.Info would really like to answer your questions!  So send ‘em in, folks!

THE BLOSSOMING

10 Aug

beyonce single ladiesFEMINISM/FEMININITY

Different hands caress different spots

All good but all different

Practice and precision dolled out to the next lover

In whose arms you attempt to forget a previous disappointment

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HE BROKE YOUR HEART…FOR A MINUTE

3 Aug

We’ve all been there. Bumping into that ex who gave us the saltiest introduction to rejection. The one who turned us into sophisticated new media stalkers. The kind of ex and the kind of break up that had our self esteem laid out flat for days and months on end.

SOMETIMES HONEY...YOU MAKE ME FEEL THIS BIG!

In the haziness of last night’s party, I bumped into him. Roughly four years since he hung up on me, crying from the rooftops that I lived in “la la land” and that he was just toooo busy sucking ass to the clichés of a suburban brat (Subrat) transplant to the city.

He had gained weight. If ever cake donut batter from Dunkin’s were used to mold a body, my vodka/rocks goggles were looking right at it. The aesthetic of his fat was so baby butt/ cake donut mushy and so poorly distributed on his short frame, that he didn’t even appeal to me in a middle- aged, daddy complex sort of way.  I was way over the bitterness hill.

The shifty eyes and body language that had gotten me excited in the past, and which I had stealthily regarded from across rooms, as a kind of pre foreplay- foreplay, now came off as straight awkwardness.

He offered me a beer and I accepted. We caught up on small talk and he eyed me up there, and sporadically throughout the rest of the night. I told him I was happy, he said he didn’t know what that meant. Happiness was a foreign concept to him. How edgy.

I was just recently unemployed, struggling in a troubled industry, balls out unsure of where my life was going. Barely had enough for the drink I was nursing. No lie though, I was happy. I had the hope of a soldier navigating warrior terrain.

That’s half the battle right? Enough of the anxiety flagellation routine, I wanted to anchor myself on more positive coasts. Done with putting up with nonsense. To actually be woken up in the middle of the night to be rudely told I was snoring! Can you imagine? Clearly a way to throw me the part of unwanted visitor in his bed, once the fucking had been done.

I nursed the beer that he had given me in the now sweltering subterranean hotel lounge, the peace of mind so long in coming. I savored the victory. I couldn’t boast of a stellar career, or fab loft etc…(admit it girls we all want THAT moment when we see THAT ex)…I had wised up though and that was largely sufficient.

He continued to eyeball me. I jostled amidst the networking partygoers, each in their own way sweating out fears of the future, shedding past baggage like a 6th grade wardrobe, eeking sanity out of an unsettling urban jungle. I settled my score and said goodnight, finally leaving him and that shit behind.

Wearing Makeup & Being Dominated in Bed

30 Jul

Recently my partner and I were discussing/arguing about the role patriarchy plays in our relationship. I had been letting some things he was saying slide despite my better feminist judgment, and it eventually built up and things got pretty heated.

Partially in jest, but also partially in seriousness, he often told me he wanted to “make an honest woman out of me”. At first it seemed so ridiculously archaic that I could only respond with hilarity. Being an enlightened boy, I figured being scoffed at was enough to make him reconsider this sentiment. Obviously it wasn’t, so I finally said something along the lines of “What the fuck is an honest woman anyway?” and “Do you really think I would let a man ‘make’ me into anything?”. Blah, blah, blah.

I expected his response to go something like, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m so lucky to have an awesome feminist partner who will call me out on all my misogynistic bullshit and patriarchal conditioning.”

No such luck. Instead he said, “But you wear makeup and like to be dominated in bed! I’m so confused!”

Poor boy and silly me. I suppose I should shave my head, wear a burlap sack, and give male lovers bloody noses to achieve orgasm so as not to confuse anyone about my status as a feminist. I understand that when I wear a cute little dress and let my leg and armpit hair hang out, it may seem a little inconsistent and look a little uncanny, but get over it for fuck’s sake.

The thing we all know and hate about patriarchy is that it’s fully formed and completely saturated condition. The former signs and symbols of male domination and female oppression don’t even matter in a fundamental sense anymore. There are no more Don Draper’s patting secretaries on the ass, or Betty Draper’s imprisoned in their home because there are so few options for even upper class women. Today our archetypes are a lot less cut and dry. Take the left’s theoretical sweetheart, Slavoj Zizek, admitting to being an anti-feminist, or Katy Perry singing about getting her kicks by kissing a girl, but still the whole time worrying about if herboyfriend will mind.

With both supposed radicals and liberated women consumed by the all encompassing facets of patriarchy, can there be a clear intellectual and aesthetic defense against it?

No.

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Arming Yourself Against the Patriarchy///Using Promiscuity as an Ideological Weapon

22 Jun

I have always been slutty.

I lost my virginity at sixteen and before I had entered college I’d already had sex with eight people and fooled around with countless others. It’s hard for me to pinpoint exactly where this penchant for promiscuity came from, aside from the fact that I just really enjoy sex. I was fully aware that this behavior was considered abnormal, even deviant, and it was likely that if I had told a counselor about my exploits they would’ve attributed it to some sort of personal inadequacy on my part. I’ll concede that it’s possible I was too young to have developed sexual agency, but even at the time I knew that I wasn’t having lots of sex because I was pressured, or because of a negative self-image, or due to some kind of childhood/psychological trauma. I’ll also concede that not all of my early sexual experiences were entirely positive. There were times I felt used and times I didn’t fully consent to everything that was happening. Sadly, I imagine that no matter the age, this is probably the experience most women have early on in their sexual life. None of this irrevocably fucked me up though, and now that I’m in my mid-twenties, I’ve used all of those encounters to make myself a more aware, compassionate, and empowered lover.

It’s been quite a while since high school, but I can say with some amount of certainty that the reason I was slutty back then, is the same reason I continue to sleep around unapologetically today. I’ve always been a feminist, and sexism and double standards bothered me deeply from adolescence on. At a time when my politics were still developing, being slutty offered me the opportunity to disrupt the player/slut dichotomy. But female promiscuity is about so much more than reversing binaries, or saying a big FUCK YOU to double standards. Moreover, it’s not about modeling male sexual behavior, and the goal is definitely NOT gender or sexual equality. As a radical feminist, I have little to no interest in being granted equality under the current patriarchal system. What I do hope my promiscuity can accomplish is creating power, rather than re-appropriating it, and using that power to help women gain control of their bodies, sexuality, and desires.

We Don’t Want to Fuck Like Men

The untrained heterosexual male makes for a lousy lover. They can be careless, self-centered, and obsessed with their own sexual inadequacies. A lifetime in the patriarchy has given them a sense of entitlement that sadly still defines contemporary “hook-up culture”, even in the most radical communities.

Why is it that so many of my feminist girlfriends were/are repulsed by blowjobs? It’s because we got sick to our stomachs when we heard about girls in our high schools and college dorms giving them out no strings attached. Surely these men receiving unbridled fellatio were not our friends or *gasp* our future lovers or political allies! How devastated we were to learn that nearly all sexually active young men around us engaged without thought or question in these behaviors. Did it fuck us up? Yes. Did it fuck men up? Oh hell yes. It made them even more narcissistic and consumed with their performance. Sex ceased being about two people, and became solely about the man and how he perceived himself. His ability to get it up, keep it up, and ejaculate at the appropriate time were the most anxiety causing elements of sex. Secondarily was the woman’s pleasure. Even as I’ve encountered plenty of grown men who were indeed concerned with whether or not I have an orgasm, it was mostly to foster their own sense of accomplishment.

Sexual experiences within this framework have left women unfulfilled, physically and emotionally. So many women in my life speak about a “waiting”- waiting for an orgasm, waiting for a call back, waiting to be made someone’s boyfriend. But really, MEN HAVE NOTHING THAT WE WANT, so what are we waiting for? We don’t want their petty insecurities, baggage, or fucked up concepts of relationships. We have enough of our own shit to deal with, thank you very much. We also don’t want any of their social or political power, which is pointless and completely illegitimate. We’ll ride your cock, but we reject your phallus.

Reclaim the Sheets

I had little to no support in navigating the sexual landscape while trying to keep myself safe and happy. I just knew that I didn’t want to continue letting men call all the shots both in and out of the bedroom. I wanted to dictate when, how, and with whom I had sex with, and how I felt about. Unfortunately, ways to create a space for straight women to be sexually liberated were not fully addressed by the Second Wave or the so called Sexual Revolution. This is why decades later we’re still sexually frustrated and heartbroken over men who all too often aren’t worth our time.

I think there are several key elements that need to be present in order for women to take full control of their bodies, desires, and emotions . The first of these being something that you often here from proponents of polyamory, although a polyamorous lifestyle is not necessarily something I’m advocating for here. This being that we should not rely on a single man for everything we need physically and psychologically. This seems obvious enough, but when you’re in the thick of it, it’s hard to remember that each lover can provide you with something unique from the others, and each encounter will allow you to gain something different from the previous one. It’s awesome to fuck someone just because the sex is great, and you shouldn’t be made to feel like something is wrong with you just because that may be all you want from them. What is messed up about this scenario is failing to show the person respect outside of the bedroom, which is something that often happens when men fuck purely for pleasure. It’s also awesome to fuck someone because you want meaningful physical intimacy or a strong emotional/intellectual connection. Just remember that the men who give you great sex will often not be the men who hold onto you fiercely afterward, or the ones you can have an amazing political conversations with until 5am, or the ones you can count on to be unconditional feminist allies.  AND THAT’S OKAY because not everyone you sleep with is the end all be all at that moment in time.

In the same vein, it’s essential to always do it for the right reasons. Great reasons to sleep around are for sexual fulfillment, money, love, and physically affection. Terrible reasons to sleep around are pressure, external validation, or because you think sex will solidify someone’s feelings for you. These reasons are all terrible because they’re beyond our control and are interpersonal manifestations of patriarchy. Fucking someone because we feel pressured won’t solve the fact that men feel they have a right to our bodies- it will only reinforce it. Fucking someone for validation won’t change the fact that our social structure is designed to NEVER make women feel good enough. And fucking someone so they’ll like you more is just pointless and counterrevolutionary. We must be sexual on our own terms, not just when we think we should be or when men want us to be.

Lastly, sexual subversion through promiscuity can only be accomplished through a strong female/feminist support system. We best empower ourselves and others by creating communities of female allies to offer non-judgmental support and advice around our relationships with men. When surrounded by great women who always have your back, you can fuck men more confidently and freely. Because revolution is a personal process, not just an ideology, it can be vulgar and messy. Thankfully it is possible for us to fuck, love, and resist the patriarchy in the most productive and pleasurable ways possible.

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To our Radical Boyfriends, with love:

5 Jan

Enough with those big heads of yours!  We never even liked y’all that much in the first place.  I mean, you could be boring, inexplicably moody, sexually uninspiring, had shaky politics, and, well, bad taste in music.  Of course there was the initial attraction, but it fails to explain our lingering feelings.

WHY DO WE FEEL REJECTED?  WHY DO WE EVEN CARE?

We had to end things because you weren’t looking for a relationship (‘cause we were, right?), or things just got “too intense” for you, or we distracted you from your true passions, or because we were too demanding/abrasive/clingy/challenging.  Truth is, and this is hard to admit, you validated us.  Your rockstar/monied/ radical-elite/small-time celebrity status made us feel like we were on the right path, meeting the right people, and climbing the social ranks.  Your privilege, your image, and our close proximity to it was what we really lusted after, and what made all of your other traits tolerable.

Now, before you get all high and mighty, you exploited us, too.  OMG.  You LOVED that we are organizers!  You got so HOT when we talked politics.  And, it was so RAD that there was no commitment!  We have long been accustomed to the old sexual/emotional/domestic exploitation thing but, y’all were attracted specifically to our working-class, hairy, aggressively polyamorous, anarcha personas, OUR POLITICS, something far more intimate than sex, something we didn’t even know you could objectify like that.

Anarcha, personal patriarchy, birdcage zine

I’m not saying that our motives were righteous but, I will tell you that they’re honest.  It’s really hard to break down 20+ years of internalized sexism and, even in the radical community, women have to work twice as hard as men in order to get half the respect.  We may have been riding your coattails a little bit, exploiting the tools that society provides for us to achieve our ends, self-admittedly, to varying degrees of success.

To be honest, we don’t really miss you very much.  We’re just bitter that you walked away first.  It really hurts that those same traits that attracted you to us ultimately chased you away—we’re loud, assertive, politicized, talented, intelligent, and bold—words that don’t easily describe your new girls, god bless ‘em.  It reinforces that sneaking suspicion that we’ve always had: that smart, serious ladies who work to live their politics instead of just talk about them are worthless to society, and therefore unworthy of love, that we’ll only be accepted, even by the most radical men, if we first submit to the wills of both the dominant culture and our lovers.  Thanks, boys.

YOU MAKE US WANT TO QUIT MEN.

YOU MAKE US WANT TO QUIT POLITICS.

YOU MAKE US WANT TO MARRY RICH AND RETIRE EARLY.

I guess what I’m trying to say is…
We want you back, babies.  We get turned on talking politics, too, and we can’t help but love men, especially the radical ones.  We don’t want to believe that everything we shared was empty pillow talk.  We don’t want to believe that all men are inherent oppressors.  We certainly don’t want to believe that the radical community is just as sexist as all our other options.  Help us restore our faith in you, in men, and in anarchist politics!

So, why don’t you come over tonight?  We can drink too much and talk shit about vegans.  We’ll go make out at a bar, ride our bikes against traffic, and vandalize some luxury cars, go back to our place and be terrifically underwhelmed in the bedroom.  Maybe in the morning, pressed up against your naked body and contemplating a greasy breakfast, we’ll feel that validation once again.  Or, we’ll explain to you that stuffs kinda complicated right now, and we have this boyfriend, kinda, from high school who’s coming to visit, and he’s not political or anything but we’re sorta in love, and we need more time to work on our writing and having a partner who’s local would be too much of a distraction and, man, we hope that’s ok with you, and you’re really cool and everything but, you know… and, we hope it’s not weird or anything.  I mean, we’ll see you at the meeting, right?  We knew you’d be cool with that.  You’re so rad.

xoxo

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