SHAC Blog #1
I work in healthcare and spend much of my day talking about all things GYN related.
Is your pap smear up to date?
Have you been screened for STDs?
How are you liking your birth control pill?
Are you using condoms? Here, help yourself. Take the whole bowl if you want. Seriously.
You can’t have a conversation about sexual health without talking about relationships, so naturally I hear a lot of drama. I see a lot of tears and heartbreak. I go through boxes of Kleenex. How could he do this to me? What did I do wrong?!! If I hear the same scenario a couple of times in a year I wonder: Is this the same guy? Same story a few times, I wonder: is there more than one guy and did they share notes? If I hear the same set-up many times AND a similar thing happened to me when I was younger...I get angry like The Hulk. ENOUGH! This is where a time machine would come in handy - I'd zip my patient 10 years in the future so she could look back and see what a douchebag the guy is. So not worth her tears.
Here’s an example taken from the pages of my own history book: I met David sophomore year of college in a Psychology of Human Sexuality class. He was classic All-American: VERY handsome, confident, perfect hair, golden retriever at home, you get the picture. The kind of guy I never thought would be interested in me - I was cute but shy and hung out with an alternative crowd. We hooked up at a frat party (I went to a small liberal arts college where the only parties were frat parties so everybody went). We saw each other, locked eyes, and (fueled by alcohol) started dancing...then kissing a minute later.
Instant infatuation. Fireworks.
David did all the right things: cute notes on my door, dinner dates off-campus, cups of ice cream from the dining hall during late night study sessions...but if I’m honest, the alarm bells started ringing early on. He made fun of people’s bodies, at one point referring to the vagina as “an open axe wound”. We didn’t have much in common, so when we weren’t making out, we struggled to connect. He consistently referred to his ex-girlfriend as “The Devil”, and after a week of hooking up, he asked me to come home with him for Spring Break to meet his mother.
About three weeks in our kissing turned into groping and a fair bit of dry humping so we stopped to have the (awkward and brief) conversation about where this was going physically. Sexual histories, check (I'd slept with 3 people, he'd had one partner, his ex). Dates of our last STD tests, check, all clear. Our talk turned to likes, dislikes, and expectations, and this is when the red flags REALLY began to fly. Fifty screaming alarm bells were going off in my head that day, but hey, I was 19 and such a people pleasing approval junkie and still so amazed that this gorgeous boy was into me that I just ignored them. According to my crush: oral sex was gross, the thought of going down on a woman made him feel like vomiting, blow jobs didn’t feel good, missionary was his favorite sex position, and his ex always orgasmed after a few minutes.
Instead of running far FAR away, I slept with David that night. I thought: I can make this work! The hooking up has been phenomenal so far, I bet we’ll be great in bed. I was SO wrong, ladies. It could have won an award for the ABSOLUTE WORST SEX EVER. After a minute of awkward monotonous thrusting...in total silence...in the missionary position, David began to watch my face intently, clearly waiting for me to orgasm, When-Harry-Met-Sally style. The sex was so bad, I couldn't muster up the energy to fake it. He came into the condom and we lay there for a few minutes. Then a million questions. What’s wrong? What happened? Were you close? Didn't you like it? I lied and said yes, then went back to my dorm room to sleep. My infatuation started to die right then and there.
The next morning I wrote him a letter, saying that maybe we were moving too quickly and we should cool it on the sex front for a while. I wanted our magic back - to go back to the early days when we would kiss for hours and he would cup my face and groan because it was so good. I got an email back saying he was breaking up with me because clearly I “had some sexual issues and should see a doctor” (in case something was wrong with my vagina) AND a sex therapist (in case I was "frigid") and maybe we could get back together in a couple of months after I got things FIXED.
Motherfucker.
Within a week he was dating someone else and I started skipping my Psychology of Human Sexuality class. The irony.
Questions went round and round my head, chipping away at my already fragile self-image. WAS something wrong with my vagina? Should I seek help for my "issues"? Should I be able to orgasm in the missionary position? Is that what all the other girls can do? I was quick to take the blame for what happened. After all, David was the beautiful one, the “normal” guy. It didn't dawn on me until way later that maybe he was the one who was kinda fucked up and had some seriously screwy (s)expectations.
Take home lessons from this train-wreck of a romance:
#1: LISTEN TO YOUR GUT. Pay attention to those alarm bells. If it doesn't feel right, don't brush it off or assume you're being silly or stupid. Intuition is priceless. Honor it. Strengthen it. Let it save you from bad sex and shitty e-mail breakups.
#2: USE YOUR WORDS. During my pre-sex conversation with David, I could have said SO many things. The missionary position doesn't do shit for me! Blow jobs can be really hot! I don’t know of anyone who can cum in the missionary position! Your ex was faking it! Did I share any of this info with him? No. Why? I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Didn't want to challenge him. Didn't want him to lose interest. I kept my mouth shut. Did it help either one of us? It’s been over a decade and for all I know, David is still out there making fun of vaginas and subjecting countless unsuspecting women to terrible 2-minute sex. So SPEAK UP. BE BOLD! If your partner does something that feels good, say it. Throw your head back and SHOUT IT. If they start doing crazy jackhammer porn sex or in my case, silent awkward metronome sex and you hate it - tell them! Don't be afraid. If they are worth being in a relationship with, they will welcome your feedback.
Till next time, wishing you light, joy, and all things sexy -
The SHAC