I am both horrified and strangely turned on by his breasts.

          The act of coupling, whether in a formal commitment such as marriage or something less rigid such as exclusive dating, is held together with expectations, promises, hope, integrity and trust. Without these factors, pairs are really playing house with Mommy’s sheets and plastic cups. Don’t believe us? Watch what happens when we throw a little permissiveness into the mix when we are discussing social media.


          Lee says: For our first anniversary, Paul and I bought our first computer. It was an IBM that cost over $2000, was the cutting edge of technology with 2MB of memory and was completely obsolete by the time we took it home. This computer was just a really big typewriter that we could load very silly games on, play solitaire and Paul could amaze me with his wicked DOS skills which he learned while he should have been dating girls.


          Since then, we have always remained on the forefront of home computer technology. Remember when ICQ was the rogue Instant Message application that the cool people used? How amazing was it that you could use your computer to type out a conversation. I was never one to have random chats but, if you know me, I rarely say no to a nice person or someone from Scotland.


          His name was Duncan. He struck up a conversation with me and I found him interesting, funny and in need of a friend. I told Paul immediately about my new Scot friend. After several conversations, Duncan turned the direction of the dialogue into something that made me uncomfortable (FIRST SIGN OF BOUNDARY CROSSING). He talked about his wife and how she was not willing to be with him intimately. I was not his therapist but I figured friends talk about this stuff so I suggested they discuss it further. He continued with this line of discussion until he crossed into how horny he was. Please note: I had had several IM conversations with him. Never once did it turn into a sex convo. I promptly told him to delete my username and I would no longer talk to him. I told Paul about it but still felt dirty. Like me, there are thousands of people having unwanted conversations. However many of them lack the forethought and boundaries to stop these conversations.


          Digital affairs are no longer a sci-fi story line. Digital affairs are alive and well in the Twitterverse and Facebookland. Reuniting with old friends or creating new relationships with strangers, people are having digital affairs without even considering their behavior as being unfaithful. One of the true beauties of social media is the ability to connect. In some cases, these connections can be very positive but with those with poor sense of self or boundaries, social media is an outlet to create a new persona and new life with new lovers and new friends, all from the comfort of your home.


          Virtual lovers/Physical Strangers are leaving their partners for something new every day. Social Media, partnered with incessant pornography viewing, is creating people yearning for passion and excitement and something different. In reality, some people need nothing more than their lap-top, internet and perhaps some lotion. The fear of love or rejection has created a new segment of society that feels they are very happy jacking off to random faces on Chat Roulette. I think I saw this episode on Twilight Zone.


          Paul says: I find it interesting how freaked out people get about their internet privacy but will give out all kinds of personal information if you just ask right. They freak out about Facebook giving away data and the holes in their security but start a chat with someone and you would be surprised at how intimate a person is willing to get if they do not need to look you in the face.


          That’s how I hunted down Duncan. I just asked a few simple questions… and pretended to be an 18-year-old female. I asked what he looked like, where he lived, and how to meet him. I asked whether or not he owned money to the Scottish mafia. He said no. I sent a computer virus and now he owes 100,000 Euros. Lee hasn’t heard from him since. Don’t fuck with my wife, you Scottish bitch!

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No, this isn't us

No, this isn't us

First of all, I feel that people should be shot in the head if they call sex, “making love”. I think our new wonderful president should enact a law or even an amendment calling for immediate castration if someone refers to the act of boning as other than that. Instead of making love, we will use terms like “sex”, “fuck”, “doing it”, “getting some”, “buttering the pancakes”. I fell that this sweeping legislation will almost immediately ebb the raging divorce rate in this country.

After 20 years of marriage, I can safely say Paul and I are very intimate. Most people will confuse intimacy and sex which is why we have such a high divorce rate and some people date like serial killers on a spree. Intimacy is the sharing of vulnerability. It is creating a level of honesty that only you two share. Now I know that many of you are saying, “Lee, WTF! Vulnerability, honesty, serial killers? This shit isn’t funny and it makes me feel weird in my stomach!” Relax people! Paul and I are committed to sharing our pearls of wisdom of how this relationship has worked and it will only pinch a little bit.

Why you ask? Because we’re confusing love with sex! We are confusing intimacy and bonding with a few minutes of grunting with several Oh my Gods at the end! For those of you not convinced, I want you to close your eyes and think of the last time you had your bell wrung and answer this, did you create a deep intimacy or did you just bump uglies? I would rather hide the salami than make love to him. It’s sexier and, truth be told, after 20 years, a little dirty is very good.

 I make love to my husband when we talk to each other. I make love to him every single day, not the occasional Saturday if there isn’t anything on T.V.. We share our feelings. We’re honest with each other. We let our partners into that part of ourselves that we deem too scary to share with the world. This is how we create intimacy. This is how we make love. It sounds grosser than it really is. We tend to laugh a whole lot when we are being intimate. There are the occasional tears but mostly it’s a reaffirming that this is the only person I ever want to be with.

 Let’s face it there have been times when we couldn’t have sex because of illness, pregnancy or other natural disaster. And, we know there may come a day when one of us just won’t be able to do it. So then what? No more intimacy? Is that it? We have a back up plan. How about you?

          Paul’s comments: Do you feel dirty? Kind of voyeuristic? You should because you are watching us in an intimate moment. This whole blog site is a function of our intimacy: the banter of our inner thoughts, the running hand-in-hand through the cyber-fields of our musings. Keep reading. Maybe we’ll get a webcam.

           Lee responds: Hand in hand? Baby, that ain’t my hand.

 

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 Is this cool or stupid?

If you do not know what the pee-pee slapping dance is, then let me enlighten you.  The male of the relationship steps out either fully naked or, at a minimum, nude from the waist down. With a rapid oscillation of his pelvis, he sets his genitalia into motion, making a slap as his penis whips to the left, then right, then left again. He does this for several seconds, ending in a Ta-da, before padding away to wherever he was, fulfilled at a job well done. The impact is best if the audience, or shall we call her the victim, is in some innocuous space like the kitchen or laundry room.

Paul says: Though we do not agree with the ‘Men are from Mars’ idiocy, Lee and I do see and acknowledge that men and women are different. Duh. Obviously, women are lacking the equipment to do the pee-pee slapping dance. Over our twenty years of marriage, I have done the dance many, many times and gotten varying reactions. I have gotten laughter, very infrequently apathy, and an analytical appraisal that led to some pleasant experimentation.

The acceptance of these differences is important because it opens up a whole new world of fascination and exploration. I have gotten to discover new parts and reactions that I do not have. I have said to myself, ‘I don’t have this. I wonder what it does’. Yes, I am talking about sex, but I am also extrapolating farther. While I am touching things that are foreign to me physically, I am also probing uncharted lands mentally.

And now we go back to the reoccurring themes of vulnerability and intimacy. It is one thing to be the prober, another to be the probee. With full knowledge that we are built differently and have reactions based on these differences, do you find it hard to lay naked , not touching, and answer questions about what you like and do not like? I know that I did. I still do. It sends me into a fit of unmanly giggling. It took me a long time to become emotive. There was a time that I didn’t know the names for the emotions that I felt.  For me, it was easier to say ‘I Love You’ than it was to say ‘I’m scared when…’

 This is not a one-sided ‘men need to emote more like women believe they do’ post. Women have their tricks too.  That taking off the bra without removing the blouse thing that you do is fascinating to men. The brassiere, in general, is a constant source of giddiness for men. Any man that says that he has not run around with a bra on his head, like a makeshift space helmet, is lying. I encourage you ladies out there to try it. Put your bra on your head and run around the house, playing ‘universe queen, space hero’. I think that you will find it cathartic. Like sadness, fear and loneliness, remember that playfulness, delight and daring are emotions too. 

Lee Says: I think this post was one big pee-pee slapping dance. As a woman, I find the male of our species fascinating. The first time I saw the dance, aside from shock, I felt not unlike Dian Fossey did while she lived with the gorillas. Even my sons, age 5 and 2, do the dance! Men are strange and stinky and beautiful and yummy and vulnerable and…. did I mention beautiful? Paul’s message of intimacy through vulnerability and exploration is so important that we must take a second and rinse the pee-pee slapping dance image out of your head. It’s O.K., I’ll wait.

Women are taught to please others at a very early age. When we are in relationship, we find that we lose ourselves by compromising our needs, acquiescing to our mates and faking an orgasm to make our partner feel good about them self. All of these behaviors only serve to make us more resentful and miserable. Exploring each others’ bodies and feelings are imperative to a healthy sex life. Never fake it! I can’t stress that enough. And, partners, don’t take it personally if she doesn’t come! If you do everything you can and she just doesn’t make it, well then try, try again. An orgasm is more than a slap and tickle and the female psyche and culture have more to do with a good orgasm than the right combination of diddling to thrusting ratio. 

I think I will demand a command performance tonight. It has been a while since I have seen my husband do the pee-pee slapping dance. It won’t take much coaxing.  

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