Celibacy, Sluttiness and Everything In Between

Now that we’re all adult and modern and can talk about sex openly, let’s.

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Only let’s not do that dialogue about repressed sexuality, about the male fear of women’s sexuality about all the cliches. Let’s talk about how women feel about their own sex, shall we? Wait, The Vagina Monologues already did that, didn’t they?

Okay fine, but let’s do more of it. Because this here is a blog and we love talking about ourselves and not enough of it gets done and it’s always about how we are in relation to men. I say enough, I want to talk about me, about how I am whether men exist or not (well, obviously they do because sex, right?). I want to know how other women feel about themselves.

So sex. One of my first and most deeply entrenched ideas has been (Note the use of ongoing present tense or whatever that thing is called) that all my body organs will fall out of my vagina. Think about it. Gravity. So much stuffed into one body. A hole right at the bottom. Yeah. Of course I worry when I cough or sneeze or well, shit too hard.

Then there’s the one about the man being an intrusion. Look at even the language of sex. Penetrate. Bang. Ram. Horny. Hitting that. At the other end of it is the too coy, the nauseatingly abstract. Making love. Becoming one. Barf.

I have learned that sex does not have to be, actually should never be painful. Well, not you, 50 Shades of Grey peeps. My body is wonderfully designed to stretch, to contract, to bend, to twist in all manner of ways. Not inefficiently did Mother Nature design a body that could sustain multiple orgasms. But it’s learning that has come over time, over much challenging and forcing my way through preconceived notions, over inhibitions and over censure. It’s been a mental as well as a physical journey.

How do I feel about having sex? Outside of love, outside of control, outside of social norms, outside of all of that. Ever ask yourself that? Do. It’s one of the most fundamental things your body can do, should do.

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I like it. There’s no ‘with the right person’ because that’s too much like a romcom and life, I know has been nothing like that to me. I like it when it’s on my terms, when it is fun, when it carries respect but not reserve and when it goes through and ends with both of us feeling pleasant about it and each other. And there just isn’t enough of that going around.

Tinder, you suck. I don’t even want to meet the men on it, let alone do anything with them. Hookup, what a horrible word. It makes me think of Captain Hook and which sane woman would want that going into her?

I was a virgin for way longer than most people suspect. It’s hard to say why. Early in my life I met a man (boy?) who forced himself on me and tried every mindfucked trick in the book. (“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll go elsewhere”, “When a guy doesn’t have sex for long, he falls sick”, “You are so ugly, nobody but me will want to have sex with you”). It scarred me for a long time, yes. Also, the only way I kept some vestige of self-respect and control over my own body was by telling him that I wanted to save myself up for marriage. I don’t know how much I believed it. I do know that that idea carried me through what could have been a much more damaging situation than it was. And an idea that saves you, deserves to have a prominent place in your life.

As it turned out, my first time – and I will not call it ‘losing my virginity’, ugh what a horrible way to put it, so materialistic, so fear-ridden – was with someone I loved very much and who I believe loved me then. We were also going to get married. We didn’t and that’s a different thing.

Reconciling that fact took time because it also brought up other things that people don’t normally think are related. What if the reason I had not found the right man was that I should have been looking for the right woman? And what about children? Funny isn’t it, we never tend to think of how we feel about children in the same conversation on how we feel about sex. Oh wait, there are no conversations about how we as women feel about sex.

Two years ago, I reconnected with a childhood friend. Now all grown up, she leads the kind of single, sexed up life that is the stuff of crusty Indian politicians nightmares. She describes herself as ‘a bad girl’ and she does this with a laugh. Look how she has internalised the slut-shaming we are subjected to.

I want to believe that if I do something, it’s got to be worth doing. And if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well. And there is no shame in that, only pride. And fucking self-respect. Heh. Fucking self-respect about fucking. If you don’t got it, it ruins everything wonderful about sex.

Some days I think about what it must be to be a testosterone-fueled being and I think I’m better off. I want to believe that it’s a myth that male libidos are bigger than female libidos. I mean that doesn’t make sense. My gender is the one that can go on longer, have multiple orgasms and hell, has many hundreds of more nerve endings (thus pleasure points). Momma Nature would never have put all that in a body that just didn’t feel like it much. What nonsense.

I do think that testosterone makes creatures impatient, perhaps even foolish and one-minded. For most of my life I have not had sex. Sometimes it’s been when I did have somebody in my life; sometimes it has been when I didn’t. It sucks to not have sex when you are with someone. But when there isn’t, well, there just isn’t. And there I fall into the opposite trap from slut-shaming, the celibacy-shaming. Why is it such a big deal whether someone wants to have sex or not? What is burning need for it? There are 7 billion of us running around the planet and stepping on each other’s toes. We really don’t need to make more human beings. And as for pleasure – it’s only pleasurable when you’re not doing it under pressure.

Signing off now. No, not to go have sex but because I’m tired.  Yes that happens too. There may be such a thing as enough sex.

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About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on February 18, 2016, in Sex & sexuality and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Love love love this “I like it when it’s on my terms, when it is fun, when it carries respect but not reserve and when it goes through and ends with both of us feeling pleasant about it and each other. And there just isn’t enough of that going around.”

    • @Christine Feminist: There isn’t, is there? I’m not blaming men for it all. But we’re so choked up in fear and social censure and we end up making sex about a whole lot of other things instead of what it is – relating and fun.

  2. Regular release would reflect in you poetry ,prose.it would slowly wash away all the hurt ,the regret,the anger…
    Mother nature put those lovely things there for a reason. And like a tap when there is no release it goes to the mind.studies have shown make release prevents major health problems later in life.I’m sure they will find the same for the more complex female release mechanism soon.rest ,the right food,exercise help the woman’s mind.where unlike the male the woman’s mind seems to play a huge role in the sex/pleasure process.

    A lot of xxfans hope all these factors fall in place and ideasmith get all the love ,pleasure and Healthy release ,a loving ,strong open minded woman deserves.
    Maybe it’s also a selfish hope.so they can read some super creative love poetry,prose and read some future posts giving us insights on how to love more openly and gift out bodies the love and pleasure they deserve in this lifetime on this sometimes sad frustrating planet

    • @Xxfan: I don’t believe that it’s only women for whom the mind/emotions play a large part within sex. If that were the case, stress would not be a big cause of erectile dysfunction. As for gifting our bodies, it starts with believing we need to be kind and loving to our own selves first. All the best!

  3. If a woman feel like having sex and making love every single day,sometimes two – three times a day .then woman probably have the same libido as men.in Africa and in some parts ladakh polygamy is considered a normal part of life.

    • @Xxfan: Polygamy doesn’t have to have anything to do with frequency and quality of sex. The mistake is believing that it’s different from other normal physical activities like say, eating. Some people eat 4 meals a day, some eat 2, some need 5 or even more. We each perceive quality of these differently. And some like variety, some prefer to stay within their comfort zones. Each of us has the right to explore what works best for us and provide accordingly.

  4. We sometimes need to move out of the present toxic environment to let go and experience pleasure.some live and love a few months on beaches like om beach ,or move other places where they sense will nourish their soul like the USA,France. Everyone needs a different nourishment though..

    • @Xxfan: I’m not a big fan of running away. Also, I don’t think the USA or France have magical solutions. Their attitudes to sexuality may be different (and note, I say ‘may’) but they come with their own set of social rules, restrictions and problems.

  5. It’s a daring and honestly bold post about sex. Sex is an energy and it doesn’t matter with whom you do, where and how!! Sex without enjoyment is no sex at all. It shouldn’t be forced and the ones who do so are undignified and have such a wrong notion. To be honest, it doesn’t matter whether I do it with a sex worker, a fling thing or passion with the one I love. Unfortunately, we are so sex obsessed that diminishes it’s beauty.

  6. A lot of readers thought you were a sex diva and they just had not chance even trying to satisfy you after reading an old post were you wrote Indian men were Terrible lovers .

    • @Darrel: I don’t know how much of my blog you have read but I write about gender politics. Sex is a very recent addition to the topics I write about. I have never said anything about how any man is in bed. You will want to think about why you see the words ‘relationship’, ‘womanhood’, ‘feminism’ and think Sex Diva.

      • “The Indian man can be sweetly (and not so sweetly) ignorant of the female anatomy. Or he can be a regular Don Juan. But either way, he’ll still be extremely startled when the woman climbs atop him and demands more. The Indian man, no matter how educated, liberated or metrosexual…is completely unfamiliar with the concept of female sexuality.”https://xxfactor.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/the-indian-man-2/

      • @Darrel 😀 Okay, I stand corrected. I wrote that post years ago and I had completely forgotten about it. I definitely cannot speak for half a billion people’s abilities based on what I’ve experienced, heard and seen. Touche.

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