Drew and the Vaginas

Over the last year,  I think there has not been a week that has gone by that I have not evolved a wee bit in my sexuality or in my viewpoints about the sexuality of others. Though he has directly been responsible for much of this evolution, I am not contributing all of this to Thumper, but enough to call his role extremely significant. The rest has come through this blog and my Twitter fun as I have met a few great people in person via that but, with a few more, I feel like I have just amazing friends out there who I am just waiting to meet someday. I get around so it will happen. I hope. It’s through all these eyes that mine have been opened more and more and when I sit back and think about where I am now, I can only think that it’s just a great “place” to be living my life.

With that, two things are on my mind this week: My switchiness and vaginas. Yes, I said vagina.

Since I am there, let’s start with a talk about vaginas and my new less adverse reaction to the idea of them. Now we all know the double gold star shit so I am not going through that again, but if you read Denying Thumper and this post, you know that last week I sat around with one very much confirmed bisexual man, you know, my boyfriend that I have sex with, and another heteroflexible man, who I am determined to become his new gay best friend (because every mostly straight guy should have one), listening to them go on and on and on about the wonderfulness of pussy and what they like to do to, with, and in them. This was an experience that was absolutely new to me and, the Drew from a year ago, would have mentally cupped his ears and sang something really gay like “I Will Survive” in his head over and over again until they stopped, but the new Drew didn’t. I listened. I questioned. I envisioned. And, in doing so, I realized I was no longer as pussy-phobic – which is fine, but that shit had to stop right there.

Fast forward a few days and I was in my hotel room doing my typical evening of multitasking which involves ironing, eating, baseball on the Apple TV, texting with those I adore, and either working, perving, or learning via my Macbook. This particular night was a pervy one, so I found myself Tumbling on Thumper’s portfolio and came across this picture that, well, rather excited me. My head was screaming at me like “WTF dude” while my dick, who at the time was safely locked away in a steel tube, was trying to rise to the occasion like he has just seen a troop of naked firemen walking through his bedroom. I did not know what to do because, as dumb as it might sound, in 45 years that had never happened. Not once. Sure I looked at the the Playboys hidden in the woods with my friends growing up, but what they didn’t know was I had found the one and only naked picture of a man in each magazine and had focused my energy there which allowed me to avoid speculation (though it was later pointed out that my lack of the use of the word “titties” was a significant clue for my best friend at the time). I was confused. I was perplexed. I was scared. So, like any good boyfriend would do, I immediately texted Thumper for comfort and words of support because clearly, clearly with this one image I was now bisexual or something and I would do nothing but scare Axel if I sent that filth to him.

Being his boyfriendly self, Thump immediately texted back with something soothing like “which picture was it?“, you know, like THAT was the crisis at hand here. I sent it to him and he came back with other supporting words like “that one will do it” and then tweeted all about my personal penile betrayal as he clearly didn’t understand how awful this arousal was for me. Admittedly, the tweets did turn to about how funny it would be to all the people who thought I was turning him gay if he turned me bisexual and, well, I have to admit that would be pretty funny, though, for the record, it hasn’t happened.

Once the shock was over and the nightmare averted, I started thinking that what this weirdness did was cause me to really take a hard look, pun intended, at the fact that, in the grand scheme of sexuality, it’s been a very foolish thing for me to have had such a closed mind about female sexuality and the, apparently, beautiful things women can do with their lady parts. I admit to now having a much greater curiosity about what it would be like to have sex with a woman and, while I still have zero interest in doing so, I have to tell you that I think I would be awful at it even if I got past my initial squee’d out reaction. I say this based purely on my sexual interactions with Thumper and how we go about things. He is gentle, kind, and has a light touch that I have never felt with another man which usually causes me to say “harder, faster, rougher” leaving him saying something like “that’s just what I am used to”. For me, when I am doing something as simple as rubbing his shoulders or legs, I look over to see a contorted face of pain because I am squeezing the living hell out of him which is how I have always done it with every man I have been with and, apparently, this is not how Belle does it. Even an act as simple as kissing has a difference as he has taught me how to be lighter, better, and more gentle which is one of several things Axel appreciates me doing differently throughout the past year.

While what I have described above sounds like it’s a bad blooper reel of gay sex gone wrong, it’s not like that at all in the reality and you have read those posts to prove that. But, it does show give he and I have a chance that many don’t, which is to be able to take very intimate look into the other side of sexuality and the inner workings of things like touch, taste, time and learn from it to make us each better partners to our primaries. For me, I have been wasting that view by immediately moving it to the weird place in my mind that blocked such thoughts or images and I am going to stop that and allow myself to learn and grow for me and the two who I have the privilege of seeing naked often.

So, that’s it for the vaginas part and it went longer than I expected, so I have decided to do a follow up post later today about my new switch revelations and how that has almost completely evolved from where I started, especially as Axel now takes a bit more control of the penis I carry around.

2 thoughts on “Drew and the Vaginas

  1. So, what you’re saying is, you’re (1) human, and (2) evolving.

    Pussy Positivity is a Good Thing. There’s far too much misogyny in the world; the less everyone contributes in that direction, the better.

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  2. Dear Drew, I have been merrily romping through your archive and came upon these pussy posts. I’m sure the rabbit has you up to speed at this point but I’d like to chime in from the lady-parts angle, since I don’t see it in the comments.

    I spend a lot of time in the M/s community and have noticed that yes, some gay men seem to assume that My lady parts are exotically icky. What I wish they understood is: we are really fundamentally alike (see chapter on anatomical homology in the book Come As You Are for details). The highly condensed version is this: before birth (no matter which exit is used) babies are all girls, until at a certain point the sex bits that were all internal become external, and that’s a boy. The parts reverse position. The testicles (formerly proto-ovaries) don’t even finish that process until they descend after the boy-bun has exited the oven. BTW, M to F sex change bottom surgery basically reverses that flip.

    So what are girl bits like?
    Picture if you will, the cock pulled into the body and spread out with only the super sensitive cock head (clit) outside. The balls are up deep in the body where you can’t get to them, and all that loose ball skin is outside, which equals labia. You know all about boy pre-cum, well, it gets made inside and girls make basically the same stuff, it just doesn’t have to go out a pipe. That allows it to get rubbed all over all the junk too, but inside.

    Pussies and rectums are mucosa, and so is the mouth. So a pussy is lined with the wonderful tissue that makes kissing feel great, plus it’s constantly self lubing with pre-cum. Unlike asses, pussies don’t have a double sphincter to get through, though they can squeeze deeper in, so it’s more of a slippery-slidey ball sac feeling… And pussies are a dedicated sex space, instead of doing dual duty with the food tube, which makes them way less work to play with. Since the balls are tucked in deep, and everything else is spread out, the sexy feelings are more diffuse except of course for the tip of the cock/clit and the p/g spot. Diffuse anatomy means different (more diffuse) touch may be needed to get the whole system awakened and working together.

    To the extent gay men think women’s anatomy is gross, well, that’s not about the anatomy, it’s about the mindset. There’s no reason to decide that the goo that comes out of one person is better or worse than the goo that comes out of anyone else. Fine, yes, we have cycles, but most of the time we don’t. And I tend to think it’s a small price to pay for a self lubing dedicated play space that goes everywhere. Hets manage to deal with cycles just fine through negotiated avoidance or, if they are lucky, they say fuck it and relish the fact a cycling woman is usually really horny, and who doesn’t like horny? Sex is messy and creates laundry no matter what bodies are involved.

    Sure there’s more to it than this, there’s the whole mechanics of baby making and sustaining. But fucking really is just playing in the driveway; the furthest you can get with a cock is knocking on the garage door. And done right, damn, that feels great. Everything past that point is happening at a microscopic level. It’s nice to know if you’re curious, but it has little to do with how it feels to have het sex.

    I suspect much of the rest of the gross feeling is more smell driven… Surely there are guys who have a personal body smell you don’t enjoy. With women the different balance of hormones is probably the primary driver. Same hormones (“My Name Is Drew and I Have PMS”), just different proportions. Everybody stinks if they wait too long between showers. Some pairs of people like some stink, some don’t. There’s some interesting stuff being written in the last year about the disgust mechanism generally

    All this to say… There is a flaw in the premise that male/ female genitals are super different and therefore difficult. They are delightful variations on one theme. Reject that one flawed premise and everything gets easier. I feel my trans friends have the best take: we’re all human, if we want to, then let’s get naked, and we will figure the mechanics of pleasure together.

    I love your willingness to consider these topics and hope that in time all will become much more comfortable. I encourage using the friendly words for everyone’s junk (cock!! pussy!!), practice saying them, and leave the strange Greek words for doctors.

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