Sex
Straight women, begone!
You are ruining sex for gay guys with your need for dinner first.
Straight women are ruining sex for gay guys.
That’s why I’m so furious at my girlfriends. As more and more gay guys adopt straight-girl dating strategies (no sex without dating), people like me are getting less and less sex.
I’m from the old school. I believe in sex before dating. The reason is, nothing kills sexual attraction more than having dinner with a guy so dull that even the corn on the cob covers its ears.
Tradionally, women are socialized to “hang on to it,” as a girlfriend put it, until they get something valuable in exchange. Men, on the other hand, are socialized to “let go of it.” And the exchange rate has nothing to do with it.
Women have what men want, and this sets up a classic seller’s market: huge demand and a tight supply. The twist is that the suppliers want to give it away, too, but they can’t because the market is regulated by outside forces — religion, society and empty ring fingers. So even though it’s a seller’s market, the sellers aren’t happy.
Sex between men, however, is the classic example of what happens when supply meets demand: Everybody’s happy.
It’s more complicated with gals. Last month I experienced what my girlfriends put their men through — a “forced” date. That’s when you’re forced to pay for play, meaning dinner. Sound familiar, ladies? See, a straight woman says, “I’m sorry, but I can’t have sex with you until I get to know you.”
A gay man says, “I’m sorry, but I can’t get to know you until I have sex with you.”
And even when straight women know they want it, they’re still liable to say, “I’m sorry, but I can’t have sex with you until I order the lobster.”
For some reason, more and more gay men find these dating strategies appealing. Maybe it’s a reaction to the constant effort of avoiding HIV infection. Maybe safe-sex fatigue is making gay men approach sex a little more romantically.
Whatever the reason, it has to stop. I mean, once you complicate a simple transaction, there’s no end to the Byzantine complexities you can come up with. Take the idea of accepting dates from guys you’re not attracted to. A girlfriend calls this the “courtesy interview.” It’s like saying, “I have no openings at the moment, but if you want to buy me an expensive dinner, I’ll be glad to take a look at your résumé.”
Just yesterday I was trying to talk a gay friend out of going out with some guy he wasn’t really attracted to just because he asked.
“Quit acting like a straight chick,” I told him. “God gave you raging hormones. Use them! You don’t go on dates to find out if you’re attracted to someone, you idiot; you go because you’re attracted to them.”
Imagine a straight guy asking a woman out if he wasn’t really attracted to her. Exactly. You can’t. A guy doesn’t ask a woman out because he might be attracted to her. He asks her out because he paws the ground every time she walks by. And the ground’s sick of it.
Here’s why it’s important to have sex before you get to know someone. First, getting to know someone often ruins your physical attraction to the person. Case in point: I went on a date with this hottie. I wanted him like Vanilla Ice wants a comeback.
But he wanted to go out first. Grrr. So we did, and with every sentence that came out of his mouth at dinner, my libidinal compass took another tick south. By the end of the evening, the arm in my compass had broken off. I gave him a goodnight peck on the cheek, rushed out of the car and gave him some bullshit excuse about having to get up early in the morning.
Of course, sometimes you’re the dust bag who ruins it for the other guy. Case in point: I went on a date with a guy who, again, refused my attempt at sex until he got to know me. Christ, I thought, another straight woman in the guise of a gay man. Why can’t I go out with whores like everyone else?
So I asked him out, acting all proper and everything. As the date progressed, I could sense his compass taking ticks south with every word I said. By the end of the evening I hauled out a gong-size electromagnet in a vain attempt to pull the compass arm north.
I got a goodnight peck on the cheek as he rushed out of the car, giving some bullshit excuse about having to get up early in the morning.
In both cases, whether I dumped or got dumped, I went home without any. How fair is that? My way — sex before dating — is better. With the guy I turned out not to like, I could have had hot sex while I liked him and treasured the memory before he ruined it with his insufferable personality.
With the guy who turned out not to like me, we could have had hot sex while he still liked me and he would have treasured the memory before I ruined it with my insufferable personality.
Ladies, if you want to torture straight men with your “No nookie without a cookie” dating strategies, fine. But we don’t want you influencing our own time-tested strategies (“Free cookies!”). Our way everybody goes home happy. Your way people go home hungry.
Michael Alvear is the author of "Men Are Pigs But We Love Bacon," a collection of his sex advice columns, to be published by Kensington Press in May. He lives in Atlanta. More Michael Alvear.
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Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
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(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
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