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Do the Clintons have an open marriage?
The Bill and Hillary saga could be a catalyst for a mature discussion of sexuality and love instead of a rehash of the tired woman-scorned melodrama.
If letters to my sex advice column are any indication, gay people perceive Hillary Clinton’s struggle with her husband’s infidelities much differently than straight people do.
Gay men have the same questions as heterosexuals: What did Hillary know and when did she know it? Did she throw a hissy fit or was she calm, cool and collected? Was Bill Clinton sufficiently apologetic? Did she forgive him? Did she stick by him because she’s a “feminist doormat” or a forgiving Christian? Is their marriage a monument to political expediency or a testament to the resiliency of love?
But gay men also came up with a question that seems to have escaped most heterosexuals: Do Hillary and Bill have an open marriage?
The press has no problem writing about thongs in the Oval Office and cigars in oval orifices, but they get oddly uptight at the thought of unconventional marriage.
That’s because their readers — mainstream America — do not believe it’s possible to be in a deeply loving, committed relationship and still have sex with other people.
But many gay people do. And that’s a fundamental difference between gay and straight perceptions of the Clinton scandals.
That’s not to say that gay men aspire to relationships as porous as cheesecloth, but a good portion of them have been in relationships that allowed them, with certain rules, to wander. Many know it’s possible to be emotionally committed and sexually unfaithful.
Most of the letters I’ve gotten since the blitzkrieg around Hillary’s book, “Living History,” have come from men who caught their partners cheating. Like Hillary’s critics and fans, they think they only have two choices: break up or learn to forgive.
But there’s a third choice, a choice that Bill and Hillary may have exercised, but to survive politically, could never admit: allowing sex outside the marriage.
Is it possible to have a successful marriage with that kind of framework? Yes. But first you have to ask yourself this question: Can you look into the eyes of your lover and whisper, “I love you; I want us to be together for the rest of our lives,” and then bang the new person at the gym without diminishing the love for your partner?
It is here, in this question, where you’ll get the full explosion of contradictory human responses. It is here where you’ll see the delicate tendrils of social custom mix with indestructible biological imperatives and plutonium-grade hypocrisy. A more vivid comedy, a more anguished drama, you could not create.
Compare the public uproar over Bill Clinton’s affairs and this indelicate fact: Kinsey’s study showed that adultery occurs in 50 percent to 80 percent of all marriages. That was in the 1950s. Imagine what it is now.
The almost universal inability to stay sexually faithful proves that monogamy is as unnatural for heterosexuals as it is for homosexuals. It’s even unnatural in nature. Recent studies show that among primates (the animal order we belong to), only two species of monkeys are monogamous. Birds are worse. Only 10 percent are monogamous. Even bluebirds, long admired for their instinct to mate forever, sometimes like to do a little wife swapping. They are monogamous except for one unexplained phenomenon: The male did not father 20 percent of chicks parented by bonded bluebirds.
“True monogamy [in nature] is rare,” said Dr. Stephen T. Emlen of Cornell University, an expert on evolutionary behavior, in an interview with the New York Times.
So why do we attempt something that nature itself deems so unnatural? Because it can often lead to the attainment of something unique, a level of love, commitment and unity that may not be achievable otherwise.
I say “may” because I’m an agnostic on the answer. I don’t believe monogamy is an immutable moral law precisely because society says it is. Society has been wrong on almost everything when it comes to sex and love. Much of what society has said is fake, dangerous and sick (homosexuality, interracial love come to mind) I experience as genuine, safe and healthy.
Society says monogamy is a moral imperative, but my own experiences leave me questioning it.
I “wandered” in my last long-term relationship. Not that sexual liaisons happened often. My insistence on decorum prevented the frequency of my “himbo” eruptions from reaching Clintonesque proportions.
Shame and guilt followed me like shadows after every encounter. Were they the consequences of violating a moral law? Or a holdover from antiquated thinking? More likely the answer is found in my roots — Jewish by birth, Catholic by upbringing. Meaning, I was going to feel guilt and shame whether I violated a moral law or not.
Either way, I was left with an unanswered question: How could I so deeply and profoundly love my partner and still have sex with other guys?
At first, the answers seemed obvious, at least by society’s measure: Because I didn’t really love him. If I really loved him I wouldn’t be fooling around on the side. Society’s second answer is that I truly did love him, but that there was something wrong with the relationship and I was trying to make up for it with other people.
What society refuses to see is a third possibility — the possibility that human beings are capable of experiencing two contradictory feelings at the same time and that one does not negate the other. Maybe true love doesn’t prevent you from wanting casual sex. And maybe casual sex doesn’t diminish profound love.
Is monogamy a core moral value we violate at our own peril? Or simply a cultural imperative, designed to keep families from breaking up and allowing parents to distinguish their children from their neighbors’?
There’s not much empirical or anecdotal evidence proving that monogamy is possible or even necessary for a relationship to thrive. Ask any long-term couple the top five reasons why they’re still together and none, I mean none, will say, “Because he’s sexually faithful to me.”
If sexual commitment is so unimportant in keeping couples together, why is fidelity considered so moral?
I’m not sure. All I know is that I struggle with the eternal question facing every man: How do you build a meaningful life when your inner pig snorts like there’s a trough around every corner?
The Clinton saga has always had the potential to open up honest — and sometimes painful — discussions about the nature of relationships. With Hillary Clinton’s book, pundits have squandered yet another opportunity to explore the endless configurations of love. Instead, all we’ve gotten is the same tired diatribe of a woman wronged by a womanizing man.
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.
Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
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
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(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
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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On the rack: A cultural history of breasts
Did breasts evolve for lactation or to enhance sex appeal? A new book explores why they matter
(Credit: iStockphoto/NadyaPhoto) It’s hard to be boobs. Sure, breasts are cherished as givers of milk and the pinnacle of sex appeal, but the modern world hasn’t been good to mammaries.
As Florence Williams writes in “Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History,” they’re the most tumor-prone organ in the human body. They “soak up pollution like a pair of soft sponges,” and transmit environmental toxins to babies through breast milk. “Breasts are bellwethers for the changing health of people,” she says. While we’ve “genetically modified our crops to be able to protect them from the ill effects of pesticides,” Williams writes, “we haven’t yet figured out how to modify our breasts.” Aside from using saline and silicone, of course.
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