you sleep with someone, your body makes a promise whether
you do or not."
~ Julie (Cameron Diaz) in the movie Vanilla Sky
high school there was a clear delineation between what was
Sex and what was Not. We knew this because we all listened
to Meatloaf's eight minute make-out song “Paradise by the
Dashboard Light." Under the music and under our moans,
the baseball commentator made it perfectly clear that he may
have gotten in a few gropes, but that the home run Just Wasn't
knew, in some hereditary sort of way, that kissing was first
base; above the belt was second, and below, third. Intercourse,
of course, was the home run. My friends didn't ask me whether
my experience was fulfilling emotionally, they asked me if
I made the home run. They wanted to know if I had Had Sex
(intercourse) or Didn't (anything else). And they weren't
asking about anal sex, oral sex, or God knows what other orifice
sex. They were talking about good old missionary vaginal sex.
even sexually unsophisticated adults know there's a whole
world between licking your lips for the first kiss and taking
a drag from the post-coital cigarette. Even as a foolish teenager,
us gals should have been asking not whether you fucked (which
was nice) but whether you came (which was real nice). Much
easier for guys, since they get one with the other by definition.
I'm scuba diving in the waters of D/s, things have gotten
a bit more complex. In the beginning, I had some confusing
moments describing my relationships to my friends. I didn't
actually have intercourse with some of my partners, so did
they count as lovers? By Meatloaf's assessment, I guess they
didn't, but then my partner Bailey offered another option.
He suggested I reframe how I defined sex, making love, and
BDSM play. I ended up with a bunch of lists which kind of
suggests I had gobs of lovers. Compared to some, I suppose
I have, but from my perspective, I've never really had as
much sex as I wanted, no matter how you define it.
love side, there's the list of men I loved who didn't love
me (unrequited love). There's the men I didn't love, who loved
me (a totally different list, unfortunately). There's the
list of Real Lovers, guys I loved, who loved me back (a much
sex side, there are the lovers, most of whom I didn't love,
a few of whom I did, and some one-night-stands for color.
There are one or two threesomes and a couple with women. There's
the BDSM play with sex, and the BDSM play without sex, not
to mention the BDSM play with love, and without.
was the moment when Miguel kissed me after the fair, with
lips tasting of maple cotton candy, and made me want to get
on my knees, right there in the parking lot. But the kiss
was all I got; I never saw the guy again. Does it have to
be an overt dominant act to count? Or is it enough that he
took me there, even in a moment which melted as fast as cotton
candy on my tongue?
taught me that my body is a temple. She was talking in terms
of eating a lot of whole wheat bread, I'm guessing, but I
think she also believed that when you made love, there was
a holy blending of the body and spirit. Being of the eastern
way of spirituality, I believe the mind, body and soul are
one. My friend Elizabeth says the same thing, that when you
have sex, there's an elemental and entwining exchange of energy
at the spiritual level which remains long after the physical
act is finished.
she's right, as long as it's "making love" we're
talking about here. I've had mind-bogglingly good sex with
guys I knew, and with some I barely knew. I've had lovers
for years I never loved, but who I had a darn fine time with.
I've made love with a few who loved me back, and who may not
have been the fuck of all time, but who had something magic.
all those same permutations for my D/s partners. Only with
Moby did our souls meet on the love, sex, and D/s levels.
It was more than just an exchange of magic; it was the most
astounding experience of my life. The rough thing about having
had a soulmate like him is that it's a hard act to follow.
I've been to the gourmet eight-course meal, with a different
wine for each course. I've had the dessert afterward, a dark
chocolate cake melting on my fork and in my mouth. How will
I go back to fast food?
those reasons I'm generally celibate these days. I haven't
been able to reconcile fuck-buddies with the gourmet meal.
Maybe I've been spoiled forever. This watershed changed my
mind about sex and love, and I can only hope I'll find it
like that again. I might not, but I hope I never regret it.
realized that it's not about which list you put your relationship
on. I know a lot of scene people who only do sexually oriented
play, others who only don't. A lot of them seem to think the
label is important in itself; as if being a purist was a point
of pride. I read about how in Mexico there is still a strong
cultural value on virginity in young girls (why not young
boys?). So the girls have oral sex, anal sex, God knows what
other kind of sex. Somehow, because they don't have vaginal
sex, they're still virgins. It's the Bill Clinton definition
of sex, the one that everyone except Bill knew was bullshit.
about which orifice you use so you can pretend you aren't
having sex. It's not even about whether you actually have
intercourse involving a penis and vagina, or whether you use
your tongue and their ass. It's not whether you actually tied
someone to the bed and flogged them, or if you just whispered
it in their ear.
it how you want, but the erotic tension is in there somewhere,
a strand as delicate as a filament or as powerful as a cable.
Even so, it's only partly about the sex. What it's really
about is intimacy, which covers all those lists and whatever
new ones I come up with.
I tell you I don't do casual play, it's not just about whether
I want to go to first base, second base, or whatever. It's
really about the next time I go play baseball of any kind,
it'll be the kind where I can feel his presence even before
he touches me. The kind where my heart rests softly in his
arms. Where I can give up my power for a little while or longer,
even if it's only as long as an eight minute make-out song.
Sadie is a BDSM columnist and edits SCENEsubmissions, a free
e-newsletter for the New England area and beyond. She is the
founder and leader (1999 - 2001) of Rose & Thorn, Vermont's
first BDSM group. Comments, compliments and complaints, as
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