Friday, May 11, 2012
The truth is, though, that it's an incredibly simple and casual thing. I mean, I ask "honey, do you want to go for a walk?" too; I don't just grab him by the arm and start dragging him down the street. It's natural to ask someone before involving them in an activity.
We ask in different ways, too.
Sometimes we ask casual, and the answer is "well alright, sounds like a good time to me."
Sometimes we ask sexy, and the answer is "oohh God yes please now."
Sometimes we ask silly, and the answer is "yes, but without the ferret, okay?"
Sometimes we ask in whispers, and the answer is "...uh huh."
Sometimes we ask through kisses, and the answer is "mmmfffyesmmmfff"
Sometimes we ask pervy, and the answer is "yes Sir."
Sometimes we ask and the answer is "no." Most of the time we're okay with that and cheerfully go on to other things. Other times we're not okay with that and we feel unwanted or deprived or frustrated. But those feelings are still better than the way I'd feel if I realized I'd forced my beloved into something he didn't want.
I don't think I've ever made someone stop desiring me by asking. I've only found out that they didn't desire me. And holy shit, am I glad I did! Whether as serious as keeping me from becoming a rapist or as bittersweet as turning sexual tension into "at least I know now," only good things have ever come from finding out someone doesn't desire me.
I've heard people say it's not sexy to ask. I can't think of anything sexier than knowing my lover wants me.
I've heard people say it's not romantic to ask. I can't think of anything less romantic than making your lover decide whether they're going to to yell "stop" at you or push you away or tolerate sex they didn't want.
I've heard people say "consent is sexy," but say it in that resigned sort of way, like "safety is sexy," that doesn't really mean it's boner sexy, just it's something they're sort of trying to promote. I think they're doing it a goddamn disservice.
For me, consent isn't just sexy. Consent is the only sexy thing. My partner's desire, the fact that he wants me and wants this, is the only reason sex is better than masturbation. I've got dildos, you know? I've got dildos in multiple sizes that vibrate and never go soft. So my partner's body isn't a big deal to me. The ego rush, the head rush, the racing heart and the throbbing crotch I get from sex all come from his enthusiastic participation--from the joy and the umf of knowing he wants me and the things he does because he wants me.
So fuck yeah Rowdy and I ask every time. That's not a chore. That's when I start getting wet.