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#but I’m kind of able to own it more clearly that yeah. she’s often whiny and entitled
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Kim Woosung/Sammy Kim x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers
Word count: 2,5k
Summary: After a long semester of uni finally comes to an end, y/n and her friends are able to go out again and have fun. A fun night out turns into something very beautiful.
(Also I would like to apologize for any errors, english is not my first langugae so please have mercy on me ^^’)
~Hope you like it!
„Finally!!! We are done with all those stupid exams!!!” your friend Coco shouted once you got back to your apartment from Uni after having your last exam for this semester today.
“Hey, you do know that we have neighbors, right?” you giggled, hitting her in a playful way.
“Yeah, yeah, but aren’t you glad that we finally can relax?? We should celebrate it!”
“Of course I am glad, silly. So how do you want to celebrate surviving another semester?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure yet but I want to do it tonight! Otherwise it’s not as much of an celebration.”
“Sounds a lot like you want to go drinking, huh?”
She smiled at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”
“Okay so a girls night out it is?”
“Eeeeh…” she started hesitatingly, blushing a little
“what do you mean ‘eeeh’?”
“How about…”
“Wait! You want to ask the cute guy from our history class out, don’t you??” you said wiggling your eyebrows at her
“Heyy!” she punched your arm, “what I was going to say was: we could gather a few of our friends… and maaaaybe also hajoon…” she got quieter during the end mumbling the last word.
You grinned. “Well you can invite some people I guess, still don’t have a lot of friends that aren’t also yours here” you smiled a little embarrassed at yourself hearing that coming out of your mouth after being here for already one and a half year.
“Oh just not too many please… I’d like to still keep the circle small tonight.” you added
“Sure thing she said, sitting down on the couch and already looking through her phone for the right people”
Some time passed and you used it well by taking a nap, seemed like the best idea since you’re probably gonna be out the whole night. However, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by Coco barging in your room exclaiming that she finally had the perfect selection of people.
You mumbled a half awake “Shoot” and nuzzled your head back into your pillow.
“Okay so, since we want a rather small group this time, I made sure that I selected them very carefully!” She listed a few of your friend group to which you just nodded to, still half asleep.
“And-I-also-might-have-asked-Hajoon-if-he-was-free-and-he-is-joining-us!!” She quickly spat out hiding her face in her hands squealing like a little kid.
You grinned at her, “glad you finally had the guts to ask him out!”
“That’s not all thought, I thought that since I would be a little occupied with hajoon tonight I though I would invite someone for you too! BUT- Please don’t hit me now okay!”
You slowly opened your eyes looking at her kinda pissed already. “And who would that someone be?”
“Sammy…” she mumbled
“HUH?!?!” now it was really over with your beauty sleep, you shot up in your bed looking at her in disbelief. “Sammy?, you… mean Sammy Kim?? Your freind from highschool, who I had nothing but awkward interaction with since I met him last year?” 
“Awkward Interactions?” she giggled, “ if that’s what you call love at first sight but no clue how to handle it, yeah sure you guys had some AwKwArD InTeRaCtIoNs. And now don’t act like I didn’t realize how you two were looking at each other that night, plus how often you too hung out to sTuDy.”
“No No No, he really helped me out with my photography project back then, and you promised me that we would never speak of that night again!” Just as you finished your sentence Coco’s phone made a ding. She opened it and grinned once again.
“Oh come on you both have the hots for each other but your are both to scared to admit it and I like the effect you have on each other, you both are like creative chargers for one another. I’ve yet to see you procrastinate when he is around and you have heard his music improving yourself, do you think that comes just out of nowhere? Huh? Whatever he just texted that he is coming tonight so this discussion is over!”
You looked at her with wide eyes and your heart skipping a beat. You definitely have a crush on Sammy and yeah maybe that happened the first time you met him BUT you were just never really the relationship type of girl, plus you didn’t plan on staying in Korea after Uni so you didn’t want to get to attached to something/someone plus you liked things the way they were up until said night. New Years Eve Party to be exact. You and Coco had a party at the Apartment and most of your friends were wasted at 1am already and Sammy and You also had quite a bit to drink, one thing led to another and you only remember waking up next to him in your bed, all cuddled up together with and hunch of what could have happened. Luckily you two were up before everyone else thinking nobody noticed but of course Coco knew the second she looked at you once she woke up. Sammy had to leave quickly that day because of some issues with brother, who wanted to visit him on New Year’s. Ever since than you two tried to keep it casual by not addressing it at all and kind of ignoring each other and your feelings for one another a bit. Until now apparently.
You sighed falling back into your cozy bed once Coco left your room.
~Time skip~
You pushed the thoughts of the night ahead to the side -mostly for Coco since she was worried that you were actually mad at her.
To proof her wrong you put on a smile and you two started to get ready together while blasting music and starting to pre drink a bit. It felt so good though to finally have the time to go out with some friends again after all that studying and stress with exams, just getting ready with your roommate was already so much fun.
Soon your uber came and you were on your way to the club where Coco told the others to meet you. You saw Sammy already when from the car, and your heart stopped a beat. He was just leaning against the wall, headphones in and on his phone. You took a second to admire him before the car came to a spot where you guys could get out. Coco saw him as well form where you two were and tried to scare him since he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, but she failed.
You greeted Sammy with a warm hug, thinking that he would probably feel your fast heartbeat but you always hugged him to say hello and you didn’t want to make things more weird. To your surprise you could feel his heartbeat as well, which weirdly calmed you down a bit.
You too still kept a bit of a distance for now just making things seem “casual”, clearly aware of the tension between the two of you. You got a table at your favorite club and soon drinks started to flow. Your group had an awesome time dancing, drinking, catching up and just enjoying your freedom for now
The DJ was great and constantly playing what you wanted, a couple hours went by and your friend group started to get smaller, one after the other leaving with someone they flirted with for about half an hour. Oh and Coco was all tangled up with Hajoon just as you both expected. You didn’t care about all of that too much just enjoying yourself on the dance floor and chatting a bit with Sammy while still continuously ordering drinks.
Of course some dudes tried to hit on you especially while you were dancing, overflowing with confidence but you just told them to get lost, you were really not interested in any of them. You were really just here to have fun but as you caught a glimpse of the way Sammy was watching your every move you smiled a bit to yourself.
You both were a bit buzzed by now, it being around 1:30am and most of your friends, well actually all of them already gone. The club was still buzzing and you were in no way ready to leave yet, neither was Sammy. It may seem a bit boring to just stand at a table watching a girl dance for hours, only taking breaks to pee or take another shot, not for him tho. Watching your body float over that dancefloor, never missing a single beat, smiling with closed eyes. And every time you were sick of a song you made your way over to him smiling with sparkling eyes in which he could get lost in forever. Every time you would come over you two had a shot or two and every time you went back on the dancefloor you tried to convince him to come with you. He came with once or twice, wanting to stay there with you the whole night just being weightless together but he knew that if he kept dancing with you and already being a bit drunk, he would want more and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that so he stayed at the table.
At around 3am your feet started to hurt from all the dancing in your heels and you were feeling pretty dizzy, still not wanting to stop dirinking. Sammy knew by the way you came back to him that you were ready to leave and get some food somewhere.
“Sammy…! Wanna grab a bite somewhere?!” you shouted in his ear hoping he would understand with all the loud music and people talking.
To be completely honest he didn’t understand anything over the loud music and his own spinning head but he knew what you wanted so he just nodded and you two left. Once you stepped out of the club you both took a deep breath an looked at each other for a second. In this moment the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him, get lost in his touch and never wake up from it again but instead you just smiled at him and repeatedly said that you were hungry.
Sammy was in the same position, he knew that soon he would not be able to contain himself if you keep looking at him with those intense eyes of yours. He laughed at you being a whiny baby and took your hand to lead you to your guys’ favorite 4am drunk-food place. You both knew that he initially just wanted to yank you a bit in the direction you had to go yet you kept walking hands interlocked up until you got to the food place. It just felt so natural that none of you wanted to let go, so you kept it that way for a few moments longer.
You two kept chatting a bit while enjoying your food. For the few other people in the restaurant you two just looked like a regular couple acting all cute together, feeding each other and giggling while still ordering a few drinks. The owner of the restaurant actually thought you two were so cute that she gave you another soju-bottle for free, “For the lovebirds” she said as she put a the bottle down and winked at you.
You looked at each other with big eyes and you started to giggle since you were still pretty drunk. You took the soju with you and left the restaurant after paying. You were not ready to leave one another yet but you remember that Sammy had that great view from his apartment rooftop so you went there, on the way your hands found each other again and you just walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
You set up everything and settled down on the roof with your soju and a blanket just starring into nothing. Soon the two of you were cuddled up listening to each other’s breath.
You sighed “I missed this, you know?”
“Missed what?” he tried playing dumb
“This.. you… us..” you mumbled into his chest trying to hide your blushing
“Me too” he said while running his hands through your hair.
You lifted your head to look at him in the dim light just taking in his features bit by bit. He just smiled at you, slowly closing his eyes, like a cat would do. Carefully you sat up a bit and firmly pressed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss. It was a very sweet delicate kiss, maybe even innocent, savoring every little moment of a innocent yet so powerful love. You two dragged the kiss as long as your lungs would allow it, after that you quickly nuzzled your head into his warm chest again.
“We should head inside it’s really getting cold and I don’t want you to get sick…” he softly whispered
You nodded and you packed your things to move into the apartment. It was so much warmer and just as cozy as you remembered it. You let out a yawn, stretching your body, Sammy saw his chance and wrapped his arms around you from behind burring his head in your neck. “Tired?” he asked softly.
“yeah… a bit…”
“then let’s go to bed then, shall we?” he asked while already heading towards the bedroom. He gave you his favorite shirt and shorts to sleep in, knowing you would have asked for them sooner or later, also he loved the way they looked on you. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change.
Once you locked the door behind you, you started to freak out silently a bit but on the other hand, everything just felt so right, Your bodies and minds just fit perfectly together and you were kind of mad at yourself for wanting to cut this awesome connection after it got a bit more serious. You washed you face, changed into the clothes he gave you and took a deep breath before heading back to the bedroom.
Sammy was already all cuddled up and his room looked even more comfortable with the delicate fairy-lights you gifted him last Christmas. You crawled next to him getting comfortable. He gave you another soft kiss, but you wanted more. You started to intensify it to which he gave in, you were hungry for him the whole night already so you were more than eager letting your hand slowly travel over his body an to the hem of his boxers but suddenly he grabbed your hand. A bit perplex you broke the kiss and looked at him confused.
“did... did I do something wrong?” you asked quietly “Do you not want to?”
“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” he gave you a peck “It’s just, the last time we did it too quickly and lost each other for a few months… And I don’t want to lose you… this... us again... is… is it okay if we just fall asleep in each other’s arms for now?”
You started to tear up a bit at his words, this was the first time he actually told you how he really felt -probably a bit because of the alcohol too but you didn’t mind that- and it made you realize how you felt as well, so you nodded stealing one last kiss before cuddling up with him and slowly drifting of to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.
~To be continued~
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hamliet · 4 years
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The Girl Who Gets to Have It All: Buffy Summers
So with @linkspooky​‘s encouragement, I have binged Buffy the Vampire Slayer and relived my childhood culture. And, it's a 10/10 for me. Not that it doesn't have flaws, but it's genuinely one of the best stories I've seen, with consistent character arcs, powerful themes, and a beautiful message. It's also like... purportedly about vampires and demons and superpowered chosen ones, but it's actually all about humanity.
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Buffy was able to be a teenage girl, allowed to like the things teen girls are scorned for (boys, shopping, etc), to be insecure about the thing teenage girls are insecure about (future careers, dating, school, parents), and to be a superhero with its good and its bad aspects. The story wasn’t afraid to call Buffy on her flaws (sometimes she got in a very ‘I am the righteous chosen one’ mode) and to respect and honor each of her desires (to be a good person, to be loved, and more). The story listened to what she wanted and respected her desires, giving her the challenges needed to overcome her flaws while also never teaching her a lesson about wanting bad boys or romance is silly or any manner of dark warnings stories like to throw at teenage girls. 
It respected teenage girls--nerdy girls like Willow, jocks like Buffy, lonely wallflowers with trauma like Dawn, and popular/snobby ones like Cordelia, girls gone wild like Faith. It never once reduced them to the stereotypes that were lurking right there: each character was fully rounded, human, flawed and yet with respected interests and goals. This is so rare for a story that I’m still in awe. 
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The story as a whole follows Buffy from 15 to 21, of her as she grows from teenager to adult. She acts like a teenager and grows to act like a young adult, wrestling with loneliness and duty. The adults, like Giles, Joyce, and Jenny, are not perfect either, but neither are they “bad parents” or “bad mentors” necessarily. Joyce in particular says something terrible to Buffy, but she tries to do better, and it’s rare to see a parent in YA stories shown with such nuance. Basically, it wrote the long-lasting adult characters as human beings, too. 
Speaking of growing up, I appreciated how Buffy’s love interests mirrored this. Angel was someone Buffy loved and admired, wanted to be like, but who was always either extreme good or extreme bad, and combined with Buffy’s own tendencies towards black-white thinking, made for a beautiful relationship to help her grow, but didn’t necessarily form a foundation for a long-term partner. Spike, on the other hand... they both saw each other at their worst and were drawn to each other even then, and were inspired to become better because they couldn’t bear to be a person who treated the other person so wrongly. They pushed each other to become the best them they could be, and believed in each other. Also, Spuffy is an enemies to lovers ship for the ages. 
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(Also, most of the other ships were well-done or at least can be understood. Riley was very obviously wrong for Buffy which paralleled Harmony and Spike in being 100% wrong for each other. Cordelia and Xander were a fun ship even if we all knew it would never last, and Willow and Oz were beautiful and cute. But Xander and Anya and Willow and Tara? OTPs. As were Giles and Jenny, the librarian and the computer teacher.) 
That said, it’s not a perfect series. No story is. All of the characters and ships had problematic aspects to them worthy of critique, and the writing is very 90s in a lot of ways. It’s a product of its time, and in many ways it’s good society has progressed beyond some of the tropes/metaphors used in the show. In other way, though, the show was ahead of its time, and in a good way it wasn’t bound by the fear of purity policing with its takes on redemption (many characters would never fly today). 
So, in order of seasons ranked from my very favorite to my “still enjoyed it very much” (no season was actually bad, imo), here’s my review. I’ll also review my top 10 villains in the show, because Buffy does villains very well in terms of the redeemable and irredeemable.  
Season 7:  Yep, the final season was my favorite. 
Overall Opinion: Buffy's finale is literally "f*ck them men, our power is ours" and while it seems cheesy it actually works (also, f*ck in both a literal and figurative sense). The series strongly hit all the themes: love as strength, and redemption. Buffy consistently shows love as her strength--*all* kinds of love. Friendship w Willow/Xander, familial with Joyce/Dawn, romantic with Spike/Angel. These types of love are also never pitted against each other as is so often the case in current-day media. It's beautiful. Also, Spike’s confrontation with Wood was so powerful in terms of exploring forgiveness, redemption, and reconciliation: where they overlap and where they don't, and what it means to move forward. 
Unpopular Opinion: I have seen a lot didn’t like the inclusion of Potential Slayers, and while I agree they could have been better incorporated/characterized, it was a great way to show Buffy’s final stage of growing up to be ending her chosen one status and projecting/multiplying her powers over the world. 
Biggest Critique: Kennedy was female Riley--the anti-Tara to Riley’s anti-Angel (by ‘anti’ I mean opposite in every way). Kennedy was annoying and immature. Her role, like Riley’s, was less about exploring her as a character and more about her just being stamped as “love interest: lesbian.” 
Favorite Episodes: Beneath You, Lies My Parents Told Me, Touched, Chosen
Season 6: 
Overall Opinion: I said this on Twitter, but I felt like this was Buffy’s The Last Jedi or Empire Strikes Back moment. It is polarizing and dark, deconstructing the tropes it stands on--but by digging to the core of these tropes, it actually makes what’s good about them shine brighter. Everyone’s enemy was the worst versions of themselves. Giles left Buffy, Willow's struggle to relate to the world led to her trying to destroy it, Buffy hurt everyone through her anger, Xander abandoned Anya at the altar, Spike... yeah. It ages well as an integral part of the story, and the Trio were eerily prophetic. 
Unpopular Opinion: Dawn is a great character with a good arc. A traumatized teen acting out and struggling to come to terms with loss and identity? She wasn’t whiny; she was realistic. 
Biggest Critique: Willow’s addiction coding (I’ll discuss this below) and Seeing Red as an episode. I see the argument for both of its controversial scenes from a narrative perspective: Willow starts the season not grieving Buffy but instead being determined to fix it with magic and needs to learn to grieve, but. Still. Bury your gays is not a good look. For the Spike scene... he conflates sex/passion and violence (”love is blood, children” is something he said way back in season 3), but like Tara’s death, it had more to do with Spike (as Tara’s death did for Willow) than with Buffy’s arc, and as for the actual execution... they really botched that. Did it like... have to go on that long or go that far? No. Also, the framing was good, but inconsistent with the rest of the series (Xander to Buffy in the hyena episode, Faith to Xander and to Riley, etc.) 
Favorite Episodes: Once More With Feeling, Smashed, Grave
Season 3 (tied with Season 5):
Overall Opinion: The opening continuity of Buffy meeting Lily/Anne after saving her life in Season 2 was sweet. The Witchhunt episode had really powerful subtext: stories of deaths that aren’t even true are actually demons that possess the town and convince them to turn against their children in the name of protecting the children. It’s a good commentary on, oh, everything in society. Faith’s character arc was fantastic, and her chemistry with Buffy was off the charts (look, I may be Spuffy all the way, but Fuffy has rights). The finale was satisfying in so many ways, seeing the entire graduating class unite to destroy the Mayor and the school with it, symbolizing Buffy et al’s readiness to move on to college. Oz's relationship with Willow was very sweet and meaningful for a first romance for Willow. 
Unpopular Opinion: I actually don’t really have one. Maybe that the miracle in Amends was earned? I think you can make a decent case that Season 3 is the best written of the seasons, but can only truly be thematically appreciated to its full potential in the light of subsequent seasons (which finish Faith’s arc and deconstruct Buffy’s).  
Biggest Critique: It forgot Buffy killed the hyena guy in Season 1, making her continual insistence that she can’t kill people very ????? 
Favorite Episodes: Lovers Walk, Amends, Graduation Day Part 2 
Season 5, which ties with Season 3:
Overall Opinion: The entire season is about family and what it means, from Tara’s to Buffy’s to the Scoobies. I loved Glory aka Enoshima Junko as the Big Bad, I loved Dawn’s interesting meta commentary on retconning (like, the fact that she’s retconned in matters), and most of my ships are still alive. Joyce’s relationship with Spike is one of the most heartwarming aspects, and Spike’s arc’s desire is clearly highlighted: he wants to be seen as a person. The episodes after Joyce’s death are the most honest portrayals of grief I’ve ever seen, and absolutely brutal to watch. 
Unpopular Opinion: Buffy’s choice at the end seems a deliberate inversion of her choice at the end of Season 2 (sacrifice a loved one to save the world), but it actually isn’t: much like at the end of Season 2 where Buffy skips town because she’s devastated after killing Angel and doesn’t want to sort out being expelled, her mom knowing she’s the slayer, and her own trauma, Buffy’s sacrifice here was as much about her wanting the easy way out of relationships, family, college, etc. as it was about saving Dawn. Buffy’s death is coded as a suicide, which Season 6 emphasizes as well. 
Biggest Critique: Like Season 3, I don’t have a lot to critique here. I wish the suicidal coding had been a little more obvious in Season 5 itself, but also I’m not sure it could have been more obvious; it’s pretty apparent if you pay attention. Maybe also that Buffy and Riley’s relationship failing should have been more squarely blamed on Riley, you know, being insecure and cheating. 
Favorite Episodes: Family, Fool for Love, Intervention. 
Season 2:
Overall Opinion: Heartbreakingly tragic but exciting and revealing at the same time. It asked the viewer interesting questions about redemption and forgiveness and atonement through Angel being honest about his past, and then decided to show us his past now reenacted, challenging us. And still, we saw them save him in a parallel to saving Willow in Season 6 (but Season 2 was tragic because it wasn’t enough, while Season 6 was not). Jenny’s death was agonizing, and the scene were Angel watches Buffy, Willow, and Joyce get the news through the window was powerful. We didn’t have to hear them to get the grief. 
Unpopular Opinion: Jenny’s death isn’t a fridging; it works for her arc too when you consider her history. She worked to save the person whose life she was tasked to ruin, and it cost her her own--yet she still succeeded, because Jenny brought joy and wisdom to the show. Kendra’s death, on the other hand... was because they needed the stakes to be high--but we already knew that before she died. So, her death was useless. 
Biggest Critique: The subtext was Not It. It was essentially “do not have sex. Your older boyfriend will lose his soul, kill your friends, you’ll lose your family, your school, your home, and have to kill your true love or else hell will literally swallow earth.” 
Favorite Episodes: School Hard, Passion, Becoming Part 2.
Season 1:
Overall Opinion: I really liked it; it’s just lower on this list because the others are just better. It’s a great introduction to the series and to its characters, from Giles to Buffy to Willow to Jenny to Cordelia. It has great subtext a lot of the time (for example, Natalie French as She-Mantis is a literal predatory bug who engages in predatory behavior with students). Additionally, it subverts the typical YA trope of two guys and a girl, in which the girl is usually the least interesting character. Buffy and Willow were both fully fledged characters from the beginning with distinct strengths (even before Willow became a witch, as she wasn’t one in season 1 yet), while Xander was the more ordinary of the group. 
Unpopular Opinion/Biggest Critique: Xander’s arc showed its first flaws that unfortunately continued throughout the series: his writing was either very good or very indulgent in ways it never was for other characters.  (cough, the hyena episode, cough, in which he gets to skirt responsibility--and acknowledges that he is skirting it--for something the show will later hold others to account for). Xander’s just kind of inconsistent, which weakened his character over all. (Which is why both his love interests--Cordelia and then ultimately Anya--were good for him: they did not indulge him.) 
Favorite Episode: Witch, Nightmares. 
Season 4:
Overall Opinion: it’s still a good season. It’s a good portrayal of college and the growing pains of branching out, the strains of college growth on relationships (romantic and platonic). It shows us the first hints of Spuffy, giving us some serious Jungian symbolism between Spike and Buffy early on, and does well in establishing Xander/Anya and Willow/Tara as beautiful OTPs. Faith and Buffy’s foiling is fantastic. The Halloween episode was very fun as well. However, it suffers because its Big Bad, Adam, is not all that compelling thematically--yet, he could have been. See, the final battle pulls off the Power of Friendship in a really strong way but notably the season does not end there. Instead, it ends on dreams of each character’s worst fears, continuing what we saw in Nightmares in Season 1. Why? Because it shows us that the characters’ wars aren’t against monsters, but monsters of their own making: their flaws. Adam, as a literal Frankenstein, exemplifies this, but it wasn’t capitalized on as well as it could have been. 
Unpopular Opinion: Beer Bad isn’t a bad episode, at the very least because Buffy gets to punch Parker. It’s not one of the series’ best, obviously, but it does give Buffy an arc in that she gets her daydream of Parker begging her to come back, but she has overcome that desire and her desire for revenge. If we wanna talk about bad subtext in Season 4, Season 2′s Not It sex subtext continues in the Where the Wild Things Are episode in this season; it’s a powerful callout of abusive purity-culture churches, until the fact that the shame creates a literal curse undermines the progressive message it’s supposed to send. Also, the Thanksgiving episode (Pangs) is a nightmare of white guilt and Oh God Shut Up White People. 
Biggest Critique: Riley is awful. Like Kennedy, he had “love interest:normal” stamped on him and that was it. The thing is, he could have worked as an Angel foil, representative of the normal-life aspect of Buffy to Angel’s vampire/supernatural aspect, but the writers never explore this and seemed to even try to back away from that later on. They threw all the romantic cliches at the wall to see what sticks, from klutzy “I dropped my schoolbooks, that’s how we met” to cliché lines that had me rolling my eyes. Do you know how bad a romance has to be to make me dislike romantic tropes? 
Favorite Episodes: Fear Itself, Hush, Restless
Villain rankings: 
Dark Willow, the only villain to be truly sympathetic. While the addiction coding was insensitive and, while unsurprising for its time, aged extremely poorly. That said, Willow’s turn to the dark side after Tara’s death worked well for her character and the story: it was believable and paid off what had been building since Season 1's “Nightmares” episode (Willow’s inferiority complex). 
Glory managed to be genuinely terrifying, and humorous/enjoyable too. Her minions and their numerous nicknames for Glorificus were hilarious, as was her intense vanity. Her merging with Ben--a human being who genuinely wanted to be kind and good--added complexity and tragedy to her role. 
The First. A really good take on Satan. The seventh season as well as the First’s first appearance in season 3′s “Amends” had kind of blatant Christian symbolism, and so the First being essentially Satan works. Their disguising themselves as dead loved ones and the subtle manipulation they used to alienate people was really disturbing and well done. 
The Mayor, who was a terrible person but a truly good father. He provided an interesting contrast to the normal ‘bad dad’ bad guy character, in that he provided Faith exactly what the other characters refused to: he saw the best in her and offered her parental support, while the heroes didn’t and wound up pushing her away. 
The Trio, who were villains ahead of their time: whiny fanboy reddit dudebros, basically. The stakes seemed so much lower than fighting Glory, a literal god, the previous season. But that’s why they worked so well for Season 6′s human themes, and were especially disturbing because we all know people like them. I also appreciated the surprisingly sensitive takes on Jonathan and Andrew, who got to redeem themselves, but Warren did not, and I don’t think he should have either. 
Angelus + Drusilla. I’m ranking them below the Trio because Angelus was just sooooo different from Angel that it was difficult for me to feel the same way for him. He was still Angel, so it wasn’t possible to enjoy his villainy, but he also wasn’t nearly as sympathetic as Dark Willow, had no redeeming qualities like the Mayor, and wasn’t as disturbingly realistic as the Trio. However, the emotional stakes were excellently executed with him as the Big Bad, in that you were never quite sure how to feel and it just plain hurt. Also, Drusilla was a favorite recurring character. She was sympathetic and yet batsh*t enough to be enjoyable as a villain at the same time. 
The Master, who was just completely camp and really worked as an introductory villain. He was scary enough to believe he was a threat, and was funny enough to introduce the series’ humor as well. He was, like Glory, an enjoyable Big Bad. 
The Gentlemen, the one-off villains of Season 4′s Hush who were genuinely terrifying. It’s not as if they got a lot of explanation or any backstory, but they didn’t need it. 
Caleb, the misogynist priest. Fitting with the First’s Christian symbolism, Caleb serving as a spokesperson of all bad religious beliefs felt appropriate. He was also a good foil to Warren--being actually supernaturally powered instead of a wannabe--and to Tara’s family in being full-out evil. I despised him. 
Snyder. Okay Snyder is not a Big Bad like Adam is, but let’s face it: Adam is lame compared to the other villains. But Snyder as a principal? He was so irritating and yet really well used in the series to critique overly strict, hypocritical teachers. Like, we all know teachers like him. I loved to hate him, and his ending was so satisfying. 
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mewtonian-physics · 3 years
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An Honest Review of Nancy Drew: The Final Scene
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Spoilers under the cut!
Hi! Penny (not that one) here with the next installment of my Nancy Drew game reviews!
In case you haven’t seen the previous reviews, a quick overview of how I’ll be doing this:
I’m going to include several different factors in my review of each game. First, the plot; obvious enough. The plot is, after all, the driving force behind the game. I’ll also be talking about what I think of the characters, as well as how fun it is to play/replay, and the general atmosphere/setting of the game too. And, of course, I’ll talk about my opinions of the music. I’m not going to be doing any ratings or anything like that, no numbers will be coming into these reviews; I’m just going to say my honest thoughts. (Even when they are not nice thoughts.)
Please remember that these reviews will be my entirely subjective opinions! If you disagree with me on any points, that’s absolutely your prerogative, and in fact, I’d love to discuss it with you and hear some perspectives aside from my own. These reviews are not meant to hurt or invalidate anyone’s feelings, but only to put forth my own.
So without further ado, my review of The Final Scene!
Plot
I really like the plot of this game. This is one of those games where it kind of has two plots going on, but it ties them together so seamlessly that most of the time you can barely even tell. See, Nancy is tagging along with her friend Maya Nguyen, who is going to interview a famous TV 'hunk'--and no, this does not mark the reappearance of Rick Arlen, thank god--but when she goes in to interview him, Maya disappears! Nancy is told that her friend is hidden somewhere in the Royal Palladium theater, but here's the problem--the theater is going to be demolished in just three days, which doesn't leave her much time to find Maya and get out of there. With the police being incredibly unhelpful and the clock ticking down, Nancy has to either find Maya or stop the demolition before the theater is destroyed with her friend inside it! Her search for Maya is interspersed with the discovery of the history behind the old theater, weaving the kidnapping plot together with the hunt for the theater's true owner in such a way that they fit perfectly. After all, the owner might be able to stop the demolition in time to save Maya--but only if Nancy can figure out who it is before time runs out! It's a really stellar and well-crafted plot, and it deserves all the praise I'm giving it.
I also really enjoy the backstory they give this game. I am a fan of Harry Houdini (look up his relationship with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle some time, it's hilarious) and stage magicians in general, so it's really fun for me.
Characters
This is another game with a quite colorful cast of characters. We have Brady Armstrong, a popular actor; Simone Mueller, his agent; Nicholas Falcone, an activist; and Joseph Hughes, the theater's caretaker.
I would be remiss to not mention just how fantastic Nancy's interactions with the characters are in this game. She's so sassy and sharp with everyone, her impatience and fear for Maya coming out in fire. Thank you, Nancy.
As for the characters themselves... they are a bit of a mixed bag in terms of quality, as far as I'm concerned. I really couldn't care less about Brady. I find him annoying and whiny (I'm so sorry your life is so hard, Mr. Famous Actor) and he seems to share all of Rick Arlen's worst personality traits, so really, it's just a hard thumbs-down on this one.
Simone, though. Wow! Pardon the language, but she is such a bitch, and I love it. The absolute nerve she has! Using Maya's disappearance as nothing more than a publicity stunt is a truly coldhearted move, and it really just establishes her as exactly who she is: a ruthless, ambitious, calculating woman who is willing to do anything to get what she wants.
Nicholas is popular for obvious reasons. He's passionate about his work, is fun to talk to, and has a long history with the theater that further drives his resolve. Also, I love the way he is just so unimpressed with Brady. Me too, Nick. Me too.
Joseph, on the other hand, is just a sweet, harmless old man who doesn't want to lose the theater he loves so much... except it turns out that he's not so sweet and harmless after all. In fact, he's so desperate to save the theater that he is willing to go to any length to do so, including kidnapping. I remember how absolutely horrified I was when he was revealed as the culprit, but in the end, his character was so well-developed that I could almost understand how he got there. The theater was essentially the only home he had--of course he wouldn't want to lose it! Unfortunately, he went way too far trying to keep it.
Gameplay
...Yeah, I have some complaints about the gameplay here, and by 'some complaints' I mean the 3-day mechanic. While it makes sense in the context of the plot, I hate it. It'll come back in a later game, and I hate it there, too. Having to try and figure out exactly what I have to do each day to get the plot to move forward is something that really frustrates me, especially since I also have to figure out what I can't do until the next day, when hey, maybe I just want to do that thing now. Also I have a special hatred for the key machine just because of how much time it took from me. Yes, I know that's a me problem. I know. I don't replay this game often because even years after I first played it, it still frustrates me to no end. Fuck the 3-day mechanic. Let me do what I want.
Atmosphere
The setting is so lovely! I love exploring the theater, I love looking at all the posters. It's so real and beautiful-looking, but clearly has been falling into some disrepair, which also adds a bit of a spooky vibe to it. Details like the gum and the popcorn really help immerse the player--what's a theater without a little mess, after all? And I positively adore the old touches like the game in the lobby--and I hate the key machine, but it really does add a lot to the setting. But you're on thin fucking ice, key machine. Thin. Fucking. Ice.
The more hidden areas are also incredible, especially the magician's room--I wish I could go there in real life! But, um... I never want to see that card machine. Ever. God, that thing creeps me out.
Music
The music in this game is sooooooo good! In fact, I'd say it's perfect. It has this lovely old-timey sound to it that, when combined with the incredible way the theater is rendered, really makes me feel like I'm there. It also has several tracks which are downright creepy! This isn't at all a game I would consider one of the scary ones, but it has a more subtle fear to it, and some of the music really brings that out. Maya's theme is also superb. I love how dramatic and intense it sounds, and the mixed-in shouts at the beginning of it. It's perfect. I have so much love for this game's soundtrack, I think it was really well-made.
Conclusion
This is another of those games that I would definitely recommend. The characters are good, the plot is great, and the atmosphere and music are just stunning. It definitely has less enjoyable elements (*cough* 3-day mechanic *cough*) but any fan of the series should definitely play it at least once.
See you next time, when I review game #6: Secret of the Scarlet Hand!
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(1/7) I'm sorry this is going to be super long, so if you actually answer this I'll be so thankful lol... idk how much experience you have in relationships and sexuality and whatnot but I just really need to ask someone about this and you seem super friendly and nice so I wanted to ask you, and if anyone else reading this ask wants to give me advice I'd love and appreciate that as well - I'll keep an eye on the comments 💜 So I've been in a relationship for over 5 years now. I want to preface
this ask is incredibly long and if therefore the rest, along with my response, is under the read more!
(2/7) this with saying that I'm not unhappy with my relationship overall. And I honestly do prioritize emotional connection over physical, but this is something that's been on my mind recently, especially since I started getting into reading fanfics and learning more about how diverse and explorative someone can be with sexuality. My current boyfriend was my first serious relationship so I never experienced anyone else sexually. And I know stories romanticize, dramatize, and exaggerate things
(3/7) so I don't expect that I should be able to experience my sex life exactly as its portrayed in the fictions I read. I've been generally content with my sex life with my boyfriend, while maybe not fully satisfied but content. But lately its been bothering me. I've always had a higher drive than him so I don't mind needing to... take care of myself most days and just have sex whenever he's up for it. (Although he gets whiny if I'm not up for it the day he is, which I guess is partly fair
(4/7) since there's only like 2 days a month I'm not horny lol). And I do tend to take quite a bit longer to uh... well, cum, than he does as well so I've never really taken any offense to him not trying super hard to get me there. Lately it has been bothering me though... he does give effort to it most of the time but gives up because he has trouble getting the right spots and/or it takes a long time (and yeah I chalk that up to female anatomy being more complicated than male so while it is
(5/7) disappointing, I excuse it because of that) But it bothers me because I feel like I try to push myself more to figure out what he likes and try different things out of my comfort zone more than he does for me. (i.e. I've recently started trying to get used to anal even though so far its painful and I haven't found pleasure in it yet because it's something he's always wanted to do). He also loves blow jobs and always wants one - kind of expects it and gets disappointed if I tell him I don't
(6/7) want to that day and sometimes (most of the time) tries to push it, even though I don't push him if he doesn't want to go down on me. I've more or less given up on trying to cum when we have sex, just kind of settled on enjoying it for a while and helping him and then finishing myself off after. I'll sometimes ask him to help afterwards, and he'll help with some stimulation like nipple play and stuff for a bit, but if he's already gotten his release I feel like he treats it like a chore.
(7/7) It's just been bothering me more and more lately. I'm worried about talking to him about it because idk if I'm just being needy or if he'll be offended or upset. And I don't really know how to fix it anyway so idk how to bring it up or any solutions to offer but since its been bothering me more I don't want to just leave it as it is. Do you have any advice for me? Also I'm SO SORRY for the novel and going probably too detailed into my sex life... I hope this wasn't bothersome or annoying!
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i’m gonna preface this with im not a professional and any advice i give is based on my own feelings and thoughts and based on experiences of my own and they won’t be the same as yours! please take caution reading/heeding any of my advice because really i’m not any different to you and i have no real qualifications for giving out sexual advice.
so honestly speaking, i have a fear of commitment and trust issues and as a result i don’t very often partake in committed relationships (i’ve been willingly and happily single for YEARS) - and my previous ones weren’t all that good either (my last two ended with cheating rip). but i’m happy to help in any way possible and it means a lot that you feel like you can speak to me about this!
Okay so, my first point is that sex is honestly diverse and yes its always mindblowing in fics, but in reality its not always the case. sometimes sex is bland, sometimes its really good, and sometimes you don’t really enjoy yourself (not in a bad or nonconsensual way, but more it doesn’t leave you as fulfilled as it could and it just feels,,,, meh for a lack of better word for it). that being said, considering you’ve been in a relationship for a long time and it’s your first and (i assume only? sexual partner) i can potentially see why its just been a case of contentment and not real fulfilment - especially, since it seems you haven’t really been communicating and taking each other’s feelings into consideration? well him more so than you.
Side point, he really shouldn’t be whining if you don’t want to have sex but as long as he’s not pressuring you into anything its fine - people tend to whine (i know i do sometimes too)
Okay so in terms of cumming, not everyone takes the same amount of time to cum. some really need lots of stimulation and stuff in order to really cum and others cum really quickly. its an individual thing - but you definitely seem like the former. That being said, just because you take longer to cum and the female anatomy is more complex (really its not t H A T hard) doesn’t mean he should give up - you work hard for him to make him cum and he should do the same for you. especially since you’ve been together for so long.
A lot of this seems that you’re actively trying more than he is (you’re not obligated to give him oral, especially if he doesn’t reciprocate and he definitely shouldn’t push it). In terms of anal, the human body is different from person to person and not everyone is wired the same. just because someone else enjoys anal doesn’t mean you will, and if it’s painful and you’re not enjoying it, perhaps it’s best to tell him to stop because you get nothing out of it. if he loves you, he’ll make the sacrifice even if he enjoys it (like you’ve been doing for him this entire time). If he’s cummed and he’s not actively wanting to make you cum - you need to call him out on it because it's not fair for him to orgasm and for you to work for it yourself. it’s downright selfish and bad sexual practices and more than anything its not okay and its not a healthy sex life.
I think my best advice right now is to actually talk and communicate with him. A good, healthy sexual relationship that satisfies both parties, can only and will only ever be possible through open communication. you’ve been together five years and you’ve said you’re happy with your relationship overall - which means that you’ve known each other long enough to openly communicate with each other about your likes/dislikes/things you want to try/how they can help. Thats the blanket one, but here are some things you can talk to him about:
In terms of making you cum - you know your body better than anyone else, so perhaps showing him what places are your erogenous zones may be an effective way. If you feel comfortable, sit in front of him and masturbate - show him what gets you off. Sometimes even have him participate - direct his hands to where you want him, tell him when something feels good, when something doesn’t feel so good. but communicate
Tell him that you always try for him and it’s upsetting and makes you feel unsatisfied when he doesn’t put in the same enthusiasm. in sexual relationships, there is compromise and sometimes you do things you don’t necessarily enjoy just as an act of love and care (one of my irls hated giving her boyfriend blowjobs but she used to do it because he enjoyed them and that's okay because she was willing to do it out of love. there were also things he compromised for her like how he never enjoyed wearing condoms because it didn’t feel as good but she didn’t want to go on birth control so he accepted it). There are clearly things you are willing to compromise on (anal) and so he should be doing the same for you
You’re both different people and have different sexual interests and what feels good for you. You should both put in effort to explore these together. Have an actual conversation with him - and if he doesn’t take your feelings, if he starts getting upset or offended, then that speaks more for him. but if he loves you, if he’s a good partner and boyfriend, he will actively listen to you and your feelings and try and understand them. without communication sex and relationships are nothing and you cannot be afraid to speak to him or not speak to him for fear of him reacting negatively.
also if he does reactively, maybe it’s worth considering if this relationship is worth going on with. sometimes people stay with each other because it’s all they know, because they’ve been together for a long time and they fear starting fresh. but that is not healthy. if something isn’t working, no matter how much time and effort you’ve put into it, it’s not worth staying and being unhappy and the best thing you can do is gather the courage to get up, leave and move on and find happiness somewhere else.
i think ? i’ve got most of my points across, but if there’s anything you need clarification on, please do feel free to message me again! but please remember my earlier disclaimer: i am in no way shape or form a professional and i have no qualifications in order to give you advice. these are just my thoughts/opinions/how i see things!!
anyway, i hope this helped! i’m so sorry it took so long to get back to you!
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almajonesnjna · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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neilmillerne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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albertcaldwellne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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joshuabradleyn · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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johnclapperne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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ruthellisneda · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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joshuabradleyn · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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ruthellisneda · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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almajonesnjna · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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neilmillerne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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johnclapperne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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albertcaldwellne · 7 years
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{#TransparentTuesday} Numb vaginas.
When I was maybe 21 or 22, I found out that a female friend of mine regularly orgasmed during sex, without any help of a hand, mouth, or toy. I was astonished.
“How?” I asked.
“What do you mean how?” she responded.
“Like… how does that happen?”
I didn’t even know what I was asking. It had literally never occurred to me before that real-life women could feel so much pleasure during sex, with so little anxiety, that they just REACHED ORGASM.
To me, this was like hearing that Cinderella was real, and that she and her prince lived just down the street. It was mind-boggling.
My personal experience with orgasm at that point had been more of a desperate chase to offset the never-ending “blueball” feeling I was so used to, of having a lot of sex with no climax.
No other human had ever been involved in my orgasms. Sometimes someone else was present, sure, but I seemed to be the only one motivated and capable of occasionally making this difficult, annoying, mostly-broken thing (my orgasm) happen.
For every 20 sexual encounters I had– even in long-term, caring relationships!– I might have (maybe) had one orgasm, given to me by myself, and usually achieved after a tediously long period of desperate trying.
The truth is, until a few years ago, I didn’t feel much sexual pleasure, or much sensation at all.
I could feel turned on, certainly. Very much so. But I had absolutely zero connection to my own pleasure, and measured how “good” sex was by how much pleasure my partner seemed to feel.
Since I was literally completely numb in certain parts of my body (including my vagina) I focused my attention on other things, like being adventurous AF in bed.
I would try pretty much anything, and was really proud of being a girl with such diverse and kinky sexual experiences.
Looking back however, I can see how clearly this adventurousness was a compensation; a replacement for the sexual sensations and pleasure which I couldn’t experience.
Being able to experience pleasure took over a decade of healing for me, and unfortunately I’m not alone in this.
While I don’t shy away from talking about the effect that early childhood sexual trauma had on my sexual identity, it would be a mistake to say that those traumas were the only reason I couldn’t feel sexual pleasure as an adult.
I can also trace my lack of pleasure to the messages I was given as an adolescent, about being “jailbait” for older men, which was always intended to be a compliment but was actually an incredibly dark threat.
I can trace it to the fact that every single partner I ever had eventually disregarded my pleasure as an inconvenience, a chore, or simply not his job, because it was so complicated and difficult. I cannot tell you the damage this message did when I internalized it.
“There’s something wrong with me. I’m broken.”
I can trace it back to every time I rushed through foreplay to get to the “main event,” because I thought that’s what every guy wanted, and I didn’t want to burden him with the “warm-up” stuff since I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway.
I can trace it back to every time I gave a blowjob to keep the guy from escalating his whiny/angry pressure to have sex, so as not to have “led him on” or “left him with blueballs.”
I remember enjoying the fact that I had so much power over him, but something inside me retreated a little further every time.
I can trace it to every time a sexual partner tried to act out his porn star fantasy role, saying ridiculously stupid things like “yeah you like that, baby?” and I would roll my eyes into a pillow and think nope, not really and kinda mumble “mmmhmmm” because I knew I was supposed to.
I don’t know what it’s like for men, but I know that for women can experience sexual trauma even when we have given our consent.
We can feel threatened even when “nothing actually happens.”
We can freeze and retreat inward, even as we put on a “sexy” performance that our partners neither notice nor care is just smoke and mirrors.
And trust me when I say that all these experiences and many more are why so many women struggle to feel sexual pleasure. (Particularly heterosexual women, since it’s been shown that the orgasm gap doesn’t exist among same-sex women.)
This poem, written by a young woman I worked with, broke my heart. It resonates painfully in my bones, and reminds me of how many women in our culture have experienced sexual trauma in all of it’s forms.
We must talk more openly about this.
Many women have experienced some kind of sexual trauma, from overt violation to subtle threats of violation, to the vicarious trauma of knowing that something bad happened to someone else.
Also, most women struggle to feel as much sexual pleasure as they want. These things are not unrelated.
This sucks.
This is a sucky situation for girls and women.
Note: If you’re in any way interested in the topic of female sexuality in our modern culture, please watch this powerful TED talk.
For me, sexual pleasure and sensation didn’t show up until I had done years and years of healing, and in my private coaching practice, sexuality is very often a topic my clients have to examine, process, and heal as well.
Why is our society like this? What can we do about it?
Self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-love, and self-trust are all a big part of the healing solution, because having a body whose messages we hear and honor will keep us from being in many of the squicky situations that perpetuate our sexual self-identity as interchangeable objects and pleasure-givers.
But how can we teach our girls to be both sex-positive and self-positive, from an early age? And what about the men? What do they need to know, or understand, or do differently?
For the record, I now strongly believe that a woman’s sexual pleasure is one of her greatest sources of power and magic, and that feeling regular, ecstatic sexual pleasure is our goddamn birthright.
I also believe that being a woman who feels truly safe, seen, loved, relaxed, and desired enough to experience profound sexual pleasure is not only good for us (duh) but also good for men, our family, friends, and communities, and our progression as a human race.
As such, I’m committed to continuing to open up dialogues around sexuality and sexual pleasure, and dragging this traditionally shadowy topic into the light of day.
If any of this hits a nerve for you, or you’re currently struggling with numbness, dissociation, trauma, or wanting to feel more sexual pleasure, please be kind to yourself today, and know that I’m here for you if you need me.
And for anyone who is currently in the depths of your sexual healing: I salute you. This shit is hard, and heavy, and scary, and painful, and also so, so worth it. Keep going.
Yours in powerful healing,
<3
Jessi
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