When I’m Not Having Fun Anymore

7.14.10 | 4 Comments »

As far as I’m concerned, great sex is a function of trust, affection, candid communication, and, above all, fun. It’s a delicate balance. A fragile ecosystem. If I were any good at math, I’d draw a diagram or something, but alas, I majored in writing. So I draw the line when I’m not having fun anymore. Simple and easy to communicate. I expect my partner to understand and respect that. Because if you’re not concerned with whether I’m enjoying sex or willing to ask me if I’m having fun while you’re fucking me then, um, you shouldn’t be fucking me. There’s the door, dude, happy trails to ya.

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4 Comments on “When I’m Not Having Fun Anymore”

  1. 1 Ashley Lebesco said at 11:25 am on July 14th, 2010:

    Right on!

  2. 2 Nancy said at 11:43 am on July 14th, 2010:

    Simple and easy – what’s not to understand, folks? Really.

  3. 3 Priscilla said at 1:00 pm on July 14th, 2010:

    Amen! If I had the ovaries to say this years ago, I would’ve saved myself a world of crappy dudes. Thanks lady!

  4. 4 Miranda said at 1:36 pm on July 14th, 2010:

    Thanks, ladies! Priscilla, I think it takes everyone time to realize and articulate their line — this was definitely a revelation for me in a lot of ways. Sometimes crappy dudes already know that when they’re bein’ crappy. Doesn’t mean you don’t have brass ovaries. ;)

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