sex laptop OK, who moved my goat and the lube?

No porn, no toys, three kids, no sleep and I’m a little bit stuffy. Didn’t sex used to be fun?

          Paul says: As I was looking through this week’s posts, I realized that it was not all that fun. We talked about how porn is bad, how toys and other people move the bar in the sexual stimulation limbo, and laid out a case that relationship sex is better despite being exhausted with our children and jobs and all the other day-to-day stupidity that acts as a reverse aphrodisiac. So, I asked myself, ‘Is sex still fun’.

          Of course the answer is a resounding, ‘Yes’. I always like having sex. I am one of those people that believe that there is no such thing as bad sex. Now this might be TMI (as if CoupleDumb can give Too Much Info) but Lee and I have used our share of toys and done a bit of role-playing. I like it. It’s exciting and fun but when does it become unhealthy? Where is the line?

          Years ago, a friend of mine, while we were discussing tired sex, gave me the advice to always default for having sex over sleep. He said that afterward I would always feel better. For the most part, this is some of the most fucked up advice that I ever received. My friend was giving me solid directions down the path of sex addiction which, since he ultimately left his wife of a couple of decades to find himself with a younger woman, was the path he chose. He basically said to me to have sex despite wanting to. Bad. Bad. Bad.

          But I can also look at it from the point of view that he was setting the sexual component of intimacy as a priority. Now, that is important. Lee and I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to make the relationship the priority over the job, over the kids, and over the sniffles. My friend’s guidance goes really wrong when the sex takes priority over the relationship.  

          To be clear with myself, the Zorro mask and leather thong is alright if it adds intimacy to the relationship without detracting from the connections. Right?

Lee says: I think we are going to shelve any further plans on discussing sex on this blog. Zorro mask and leather thong? I haven’t seen those things in years!

          I would like to reiterate what Paul said; sex is great. Unfortunately, like everything else, too much of a good thing isn’t good for you. We have talked before about sexual addiction but if you aren’t having indiscriminate sex at the grocery store or spending every evening with lotion and Kleenex at your computer, can it be unhealthy? The answer is Yes!

          I was recently explaining to a Facebook friend that I consider myself a sex addict. When you use something (ie. Alcohol, Drugs, Food, Sex, Relationships…) to dull a feeling, you can develop an addiction. Sex for me has always been comforting and, because I feel that I am good at it, a self esteem booster.  As an overweight child who grew up to be a chubby woman, you take your boosts wherever you can.  Am I over sharing here? I don’t think so.

          People have been using sex inappropriately forever. What we see as normal is actually dysfunctional. We encourage our girls to wait for Mr. Right and give her mixed messages of be sexy but stay virginal. We tell our sons to sow their wild oats and being married is like a ‘ball and chain’ and wonder why they avoid commitment. Infidelity is seen as something terrible and yet as common as a cold. People assume married people don’t have sex and these messages seep into the bedroom. When we hit dry patches, whether because of the kids or illness or just plain bad timing, we start getting antsy. Because of the sexual revolution, we know that women want it too so they cheat on par with men (No, the numbers still show men cheat more than women but I think they are more honest about it too). So sex has taken over the relationship and to what end? An orgasm lasts moments but love can last a lifetime. But who am I kidding, those moments were fantastic!

 

sharebookmarx OK, who moved my goat and the lube?

caveman No Esteem. No Bra. No Problem.

Yesterdays post, coupled with a very nice afternoon together, got us talking and thinking about the experience we mentioned.  We thought it very interesting that we started with disparate interpretations but ultimately ended up in the same place.  Since Paul promised to continue his insights to the experience, we figured we would continue the talk today.  We know we are supposed to be answering reader questions so here is the question that we asked ourselves:  You mentioned that a few weeks after you were married Paul asked Lee to go to dinner without wearing a bra?  Why was that incident so memorable?

Lee says:  Great question!!  You are one of our most insightful and intelligent readers.  May I also add sexy!  This was a very significant experience for me on multiple levels.  Like I had mentioned, we were naïve.  We were young and very inexperienced in relationships.  We had never felt like that before for anyone else and were engaged only 17 days after deciding to date.  We didn’t play any games with each other in terms of gaining advantage or manipulations.  We talked, discussed, created business plans, explored and experimented.  So this experience was one of the first cross roads in our marriage where our foundations, beliefs and dysfunction ran at each other head to head.    

          For me, the experience of having my new husband tell me not to wear a bra and that he didn’t care who looked at me since I belonged to him was like being drenched in cold water.  It was the complete antithesis to what I had experienced growing up with my parents.  Paul would never treat me like my parents treated each other and, more importantly, he knew that I was committed to him. 

          The deeper understanding of this experience was that Paul actually loved my body.  As a big girl all my life, poor body image was a given.  I had done every diet in the world and had virtually disowned my own chubbiness.  However, here was the man I loved, not only saying he loved my chunky body but he also was proud to be seen with me!  This boosted my self esteem to such a level that even to this day I have a better body image than most women.  It’s amazing what love can do for you!

          These were some of the initial conscious thoughts.  I was able to dissect pretty quickly that Paul was not the jealous type and jealousy, as we all know, is a form of insecurity.  Now, at that point in our lives, no one could have ever accused us as being self assured or confident.  Paul is and was a self proclaimed geek.  He proudly tells people that while others were having fun and getting laid at their proms, he was programming a computer.  So here is my tall, geeky guy, weighing, at the time, 130 lbs, telling me, not unlike some Neanderthal, that I was his woman and he wanted to flaunt it!  Sure, as a feminist I should have verbally bitch slapped him for that one but it was such a definitive and profound declaration for him at that time that, ultimately, I was proud of him.  What can I say? I loved when he beat his chest and dragged me back to his cave! Like most of our posts, we actually discuss them but this one was special.  We realized we each took away something very different from the experience because of our gender, not because of our upbringing.   

          Paul says: For me, this was all an exercise in trust. I was, and am, proud of Lee; her form, her mind, and her wit. I trusted that…

          …to be honest, I’m still uncertain what I was trusting. I trusted Lee to come home with me, to be her flirtatious, fun self and still be my faithful wife at the end of the day. I trusted that I, at 130 lb and geeky, would be able to beat away my simian-like challengers and be super husband with the strongest musk glands.  I was dominant, not over Lee but over my environment and with her at my side.

           

sharebookmarx No Esteem. No Bra. No Problem.

 addicted to love Addicted to Love

We have been married for 20 years. To clarify though, these have been good years, not ‘I’m staying with you because of the kids or I’m afraid I will be alone’ years. We are happy. We are the couple that makes people sick. We hold hands and will engage in public displays of affection on any given grocery run. This is one of the reasons we started this blog in the first place. Somehow or another, we have avoided the common traps and pitfalls that most couples succumb to. Sure we were incredibly naïve when we married but we were smart enough to know we didn’t know everything.

Lee says: I can’t tell this story without some background. I have mentioned that my parents were born and bred in Cuba. I was raised in a strict Catholic household where we ate rice with some sort of meat on a daily basis. I had no idea what spam, Rice Krispies treats or a casserole was until I was an adult. My parents were fiery, dramatic and volatile. As a child, I watched them fight all the time and it usually was around some sort of jealousy. Both my parents are very good looking, flirtatious and charming as hell so these arguments were commonplace. This was my marriage training ground. And you’re wondering, what the hell does this have to do with Addictions?

          We had been married for a few weeks and we were enjoying the honeymoon phase. On Friday, we would come home from work, have sex, take a nap and then go to dinner. It was our favorite day of the week! One such Friday, we were dressing for dinner and as I slipped on a black sweater, he asked me to remove my bra. I was stunned since the sweater left little to the imagination in the booby department and going without a foundation garment put them on display.

          I became so hurt and angry that I couldn’t even speak. I remember sitting down on the bed and feeling my eyes burning from the tears. We were newlyweds and getting hurt was easy back then. I told Paul that other men could see me like this and he just smiled and nodded. That’s when I lost it and yelled he didn’t love me because he wasn’t jealous or possessive of me. In retrospect, I do realize how incredibly fucked up that statement was but I was young and stupid. My wonderful husband took me in his arms and held me while I cried.  He informed me that he was fine with ogling men since I would be coming home with him. That was the day I realized how sick my parents were/are. They had equated jealousy with love and passed that gem onto me.

          Most couples are addicted to the drama of relationship. The fighting, competing, accusing is just foreplay in their warped definition of love. It’s like everyone is still 16 and just can’t seem to get over that ‘he said – she said’ bullshit. We may not pass notes anymore, but I’ll text you until my little fingers bleed. Here is a hint, if you don’t trust them, there is something wrong with your relationship and the problem is probably you. This is not to say that your partner is perfect, they are probably messed up too, but you can’t change them. 

          We tend to replay the same dysfunctional patterns our parents did, even choosing mates to fit the right roles. Their sick ideas of love are like family traditions. So, be honest, what did you learn from them?

          Paul says: As a side note and before I get a bunch of angry email, I fully understand that I was objectifying my wife. As Lee said, we were young, I had a lot more testosterone coursing through my body, and the idea of trotting out my arm candy worked for me. In my now enlightened man of the new millennium state, I understand how messed up that was. But that is the subject of another post.    

sharebookmarx Addicted to Love

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