Early 30s and a lot of sexual partners. Mostly nice men who at least tried to make sure I was having a good time, one or two creeps who didn’t get a second shag date because they set my spidey senses off and then, these fucking horrors below.
First proper boyfriend watched porn a fair bit and wanted anal. I was ambivalent really and had nothing to compare to and drink was taken so we tried it. I couldn’t have been less bothered but it became something he almost expected every once in a while.
I turned up at a friend of a friends party at some godforsaken hour and was liberally plied with drink and drugs, which I thought was a fine state of affairs until it became clear there was a core group who felt they ought to be paid back in kind for all their largesse. I’m ashamed now to say that I was so busy being a cool girl lib fem that I didn’t even consider the fact that I could say no. I want not to be ashamed, because men who are 5 years plus older than a late teenage girl, who ply that girl with all sorts, are not men who should have excuses made for them. I don’t know why I feel so ashamed, but it would have been lovely for teenage me to have a healthy dose of radical feminism and given the language to say no and the tools to get out safely.
Thankfully, thankfully, despite almost a decade of not being overly choosy about sexual partners I have never been strangled. I’ve been hit, once, by an ex and I’ve had my head forced down roughly during oral sex a lot of times. Hair pulled, a lot. Men only wanting to do it in porny positions, a lot. I’ve been filmed without my consent, although I was able to recover the footage. Men who seem to think “the money shot” type ejaculations are also sexy for women. Men who can only ejaculate “doggy style”.
Although that’s a fairly grim litany, I genuinely think I’m probably just a tiny bit older than the cohort who are having to cope with the strangulation shite. My younger sister (late 20s) has been dating for about 3 years off and on, just dating, nobody has ever passed her rigorous standards for sex. The disgusting misogynist bastards she meets, as a successful, attractive woman, make me about 90% sure that if DH and I come to an end I’m done with men.
On the flip side, radical feminism plus past experience is helping me bring my son up beautifully. Over my dead body is he becoming another porn sick beast.