Some Dating Stories
EDIT TO ADD: a friend suggested I add a warning at the top of this post. The wording is theirs, but I basically endorse it. “Warning: The author of this post describes speedy seductions that rely on context and body language to understand what women want without asking directly. It works for the author and his sexual partners, but imitating the author’s seduction style could result in serious boundary violations if you aren’t unusually skilled at understanding context and body language. Err on the side of not committing sexual assaults.”
There’s a genre of dating discourse which I wish were more common, in which people just tell detailed stories of their own flirtation, courtships, dating, hookups, sex, fights, relationships, etc, etc. People tend to instead write about abstract lessons learned and takeaways and models, but so often those lessons and takeaways and models just don’t match my actual observations (of myself or others) at all. So I’m left thinking “ok, clearly this person is Missing Something, but maybe I am also Missing Something, so what the heck is going on here?”. Without their raw data, their actual detailed stories, I don’t have the pieces to put together an accurate model.
Anyway, in a recent comment, I mentioned
Going through the list of women I’ve slept with, the median is around 30 minutes of direct interaction between first meeting and sex.
… and apparently a whole lot of people are very surprised and confused at this. So I guess it’s a good time to write the genre I want to see. Here are some stories from my own life, which I think are pretty representative of my experiences.
Be warned, this is definitely going to be NSFW.
Story 1
I was at a fusion dance[1] in the Bay Area.
Background: I’m a pretty good dancer. At that point I’d been partner dancing for about 15 years. I’d also broken up a month earlier, so I had a sudden influx of time on my hands, and I’d been going out dancing more regularly than usual—maybe once or twice a week. On this particular evening, I was definitely in a In The Market sort of mood, keeping an eye out for sexual opportunities.
As usual, I rotated around dancing with different people each song. There were maybe two or three girls who seemed particularly into the dance, and who I asked for another. A couple of those cases involved very intimate “micro” dances—basically, you dance in a tight hug, with very small torso motions in time with the music.
Mid-late into the evening, with maybe an hour left, I went back to one of the girls I’d had a couple micro dances with. When dancing, she had quickly dropped into a trance-like headspace that I now identify as subspace (a BDSM term which I didn’t know at the time, but which is also common for follows in close partner dances). That seemed promising. I asked her to dance again, and we stood in a corner in close embrace, me leading small motions to the music, her in a trance state following. When the song wrapped up, I whispered “care to dance another?”, and we did. And then another. And then I didn’t even bother asking if she wanted to keep dancing, we just kept at it for eleven songs in a row until the event ended.
We stood there looking at each other for a minute, foreheads pressed together. She was still coming back to full awareness. “I need to get to bed tonight, but we should probably exchange contact info” I said eventually. She agreed.
I don’t think I have the original text chain anymore, but our texts went something like...
Me: I want to dance with you again. Preferably somewhere more private, where the norms do not prevent my lips from stopping before they reach your neck.
Her: So you felt that way too...
Me: What’s your schedule look like?
[… a week passes, with no response...]
Me: Hey, you ok?
Her: Sorry for the silence. Just, um, look I need to be honest with you, I recently separated from my husband. And I’m really excited about you but I don’t want to mislead you, I mean I am still married, but we broke up and it’s still very fresh.
Me: Not a problem. I’m recently out of a ten year relationship myself.
Her: Oh! Sorry to hear that. Anyway yeah, I’d really like to get together.
Me: Are you free <list of evenings, blah blah blah, there followed some logistics>.
(Probably the original texts were less compressed than that, but that was the general gist.)
On the designated evening, I picked her up at her house, around 6 PM or so. We drove about half an hour to a restaurant I like, generally chatting, getting each others’ basic background stories. I don’t remember the details of conversation well enough to recount them.
One moment I do remember was at the restaurant. She was looking nervous, and I said so. She replied that, yeah, she was here with a guy she barely knew, yada yada. So I took both her hands, looked her in the eye, and said roughly “I promise that I will leave you better and stronger than I found you. That is my number one priority, everything else is secondary. I can’t promise that nothing will suck along the way, I can’t promise you won’t get hurt, but I will do everything I can to leave you better and stronger in the end.”
That seemed to help her, a lot.
From the restaurant, we drove back to my apartment. It was somewhat-nicely decorated: string lights on the ceiling, a cool art piece on the wall, big open space for dancing, a pretty French-cafe-style small table and chairs in the corner. (My current place is rather a lot nicer, though.) I put on some music, and we got straight to dancing.
At some early point I asked “Are you hoping I tear off that dress?”. To which she smiled playfully, and replied “Mayyyybe”. I still think of that moment every time someone says “consent means an enthusiastic yes” or “maybe means no”. In fact, I remember thinking of that moment when she herself enthusiastically cheered someone saying “maybe means no, consent requires an enthusiastic yes” at the opening of a sex party some months later.
Anyway, we danced. The first two or three songs were pretty normal fusion dancing: close embrace, micro movements, etc. I would occasionally run a finger down her spine, or make a point of breathing out with my lips near her neck right below the ear. A few songs in, I escalated to kissing her neck, pulling her head back by the hair, and generally running my hands around. I paused at one point to give her safewords, and poked a pressure point until she used them, to make sure she knew she could. She responded well to a little pain, so as we went back to dancing I bit the spot where her neck met her shoulders, and she clearly liked that a lot. Another song in, we made out. Another song or two, and I started to gradually remove her clothes, and both kiss and bite her torso. A few more songs, and eventually I just dropped on a knee and started to eat her out.
She didn’t stay standing very long once that started.
I alternated eating her out and biting her, while pinning her arms down on the floor, or sometimes holding her down by the neck. At the time I didn’t know her well enough to confidently tell when she was or wasn’t orgasming, but with the benefit of hindsight I know she came quite a few times.
Meanwhile, I, uh… somewhat irritatingly-to-me was not getting hard.
I never did manage to get it up that evening. That was how I realized I was burned out, at the time. But I sure did give her a good time. Good enough that she came back the next night. And the night after that. We dated for about a year and a half, seeing each other about once a week on average. There was always sex, usually for at least an hour. Sometimes we went out and did other things too, sometimes we’d chill and watch a movie, sometimes she’d just stay the night and we’d fuck for hours. The carpet of that apartment probably still has glitter in it from her, and her underwear hung from my string lights for months before I moved out.
After that episode, I made sure to stock viagra, and I use it more often than not, even when I’m not stressed. Sex is a lot more fun that way.
Tying back to the original motivator for this post: total direct interaction time between meeting and sex was maybe 3 hours, tops, spread out over 2-3 weeks? An hour of dancing that first night, some texting, an hour-and-change of driving and dinner, then the gradual ramp up to sex.
Story 2
This was the first evening at slutcon. Again, there was fusion dancing. I was dancing with a woman who I’d seen before, she was generally in the Bay Area rationalist/EA social circles, but I’d never interacted with her much.
This being slutcon, I felt more free than usual to physically escalate in the public dance space. She was clearly into it right from the first song, so I danced another few, quickly escalated to neck-biting and hair-pulling, and three or four songs in I pinned her against a wall and made out a bit.
After a little making out, I leaned in to speak quietly in her ear.
“There’s a secret room in one of the buildings here, with a black stone table in it. I want to bring you to that room. And then I want to pick back up the dancing. I want to kiss your neck and bite your lip and slowly peel off that hot little outfit you’re wearing, all while we still dance. I want to give you safewords. And then I want to pin you down on that stone table, stick my thumb into the pressure points along your thighs hard enough to make you gasp. Bite your breasts, leave a bit of a mark. Eat you out, make you squirm. And then I want to fuck you in that room, long and hard. Interested?”
She was silent for about a minute, while we continued to make out. I’m not sure she was even verbal at that point, she was clearly pretty into things. I eased up on the making out a little, and eventually she said “yes, I’d like that”.
There were some minor logistics, but we fucked basically as advertised. We didn’t go for very long by my standards because it was late; maybe 15 minutes of foreplay, 15 of oral, and then half an hour of outright sex? Since then, I’ve also fucked her in my apartment once, and ate her out at a sex party.
Total direct interaction time between meeting and sex was maybe 30-60 minutes, depending on how we count it.
Story 3
This story I’ve told before.
It was also at slutcon. Usually I am pretty committed to not trading sleep for flirtation, but slutcon was a container for experimentation, so on this occasion I stayed up late. And so, around 2 am, I found myself in a hot tub with maybe 8 naked people, mostly guys. There was a girl there who I’d briefly seen in one of the presentations, and I think I danced with her for one song earlier in the evening. (She goes by Chesed online, and writes at slutstack. She has also publicly written about this occasion and linked to my account, so I’m not going to maintain anonymity here.)
During a lull in conversation, I said “Chesed, what’s your deal? It seems like your brain turns off whenever someone touches you.”. She replied roughly “no, I don’t think that’s true at all”. (Thanks to her account, I know that she was actually thinking “Yes! Exactly!” and in fact she felt quite surprised and flattered to be seen.) Unfortunately she totally failed to convey any playfulness, so I let it drop for a bit, even though I did not really buy her denial.
Maybe ten minutes later, another lull in conversation, I decided “fuck it, it’s slutcon, we’re supposed to try things” and gave it another shot. I crossed the hot tub to sit next to her (still at a comfortable distance) and asked if she wanted to cuddle. She was quiet for a moment, then said “I’m not sure”, so I replied “take your time, I’ll be here”. Over the next 15 minutes or so, she first let her toes touch my toes, and then legs, and then gradually moved closer. I just stayed in place, sometimes making little circles on her skin with whatever body parts were touching. Eventually she was in my lap, and I was tracing patterns on her with my fingers, but not yet touching too personally. As predicted by my original comment, her brain seemed pretty off, she was kinda blissed out.
At that point she opened her eyes and sat up briefly, and said “has everyone done their homework yet?”. This was a reference to the slutcon “homework assignment” given in the opening session: ask to touch at least one woman’s boobs. It was meant to kick all the shy guys into being more forward than usual, which was part of the point of slutcon. Anyway, I am not so dense as to miss a hint that strong. I chuckled, said “ok, ok, I get it”, and proceeded to grope her boobs. Two adjacent guys in the hot tub also took the opportunity to come closer and grope her a bit, and she happily melted back into her blissed-out state.
Things continued to escalate gradually. I applied a little more pain—some scratching, some pressure points, some biting. She clearly liked that. I advised one of the other guys to pull her hair a bit. Another guy and I each fingered her while I held her by the neck, all while she was still on my lap. Eventually, with the fingering getting pretty thorough and me biting her breasts, she politely excused herself and left.
A few days later, one of her boyfriends messaged saying that I should fuck her, and also provided some useful background info regarding her tastes. (If you haven’t read her blog at all, suffice to say: her tastes lean very rough and rapey.) Arrangements were made. I will not go into the details of that encounter here, but suffice to say that it was maybe five minutes before my cock was in her mouth. Equipped with better background info, I gave her safewords up front (and made sure she could use them) and then got very rough pretty quickly, and she sure did like that.
Total direct interaction time between meeting and sex: about 30-60 minutes, depending on how you count it.
Story 4
A month or two after hooking up with Chesed, I got a message on LessWrong:
Hi! I got redirected here from your date me doc. (Disclaimer—I am probably not ambitious or multi-talented enough to fulfill the partner role for you in a LTR—but) You seem like a very interesting person and I want to pick your brain over coffee or something. My Twitter is [redacted] and also this account uses my real name so feel free to internet stalk me and make sure I’m not a psycho.
The name rang a bell. I replied:
Are you the “[name]” who the girlchat-collective told me was looking for a hookup on Thursday night?
and she answered
Guilty 🫣
([Chesed] didn’t say who she reached out to but makes sense it was you.)
Let it be said: Chesed really comes through for her friends. Good woman. I replied back:
Sounds like you should pick my brain postcoitally, then. I do tend to be a lot more open after railing someone for an hour or two, and girlchat probably has good judgement about how well our tastes match. Though admittedly it might take a little while before you’re able to ask coherent questions.
What’s your calendar look like?
And she answered:
(Pretend for the sake of my pride that I’m not that easy to get but also yeah let’s do that)
There followed some logistics, and I sent a hot smutty paragraph detailing what I intended to do to her (similar to the stuff I said in story 2, above, though more expanded).
We arranged the date, she showed up directly to my apartment, and it was straight to foreplay (similar to previous stories, but more roughness earlier). Chesed really nailed the matchmaking, our tastes match very well, and she’s still one of the partners I see most often. When together, we usually fuck, generally pretty rough, some hypnosis thrown in more recently. Occasionally we go out on a date, e.g. to a show or an escape room, or just stay in and cuddle/chat/make out. My experience of affection is probably different from other peoples’, but whatever thing I identify as affection, I feel a lot of it toward her. She’s great.
Direct interaction time from first meeting to sex: under 30 minutes.
Story 5
There is only one person I’ve slept with who I interacted with directly for more than five hours beforehand.
We met in college. She was two years behind me, and we were both into the partner dance scene. We ended up platonic friends, and spent most of our social time together in a small group with a few others.
Around the time I graduated, she started to angle for a less platonic relationship. And I have to hand it to her, she really worked for that one. I was still a virgin at that point, had never had a romantic relationship at all, had never even been on a date. I did not know what to do with any of this.
For her part, she was also a virgin, but had a long-term boyfriend from high school. Even before I dated at all I knew polyamory felt far more natural to me than monogamy (claiming ownership over someone else’ love life feels Just Wrong!), so I had no problem with her obvious pursuits when she had another boyfriend.
Anyway, she called every day after I graduated. I visited her, then she visited me, and we escalated physically each time, but verrrrry slowly. It was almost a year after my graduation that we finally had sex, both losing our virginities.
I was with her for ten years, mostly de-facto monogamous. Some of it was good, some of it was quite bad. Overall, in hindsight, it was the worst relationship I’ve had and probably an unusually bad relationship; there were unfixable problems which I now know to avoid upfront. The sex was not the only problem, but it was pretty bad by my current standards.
Direct interaction time from first meeting to sex: years.
- ^
Fusion is a partner dance, and it’s particularly sensual/intimate as partner dances go. There doesn’t have to be lots of close contact, but there usually is.
You open this by being surprised that your median interaction time before sex is so much lower than other people’s, but the median person you have sex with attends sex parties and/or slutcon. It seems like the reason for this difference is fairly obvious?
I do not like seeing material on this on LessWrong. This might be me being a grumpy old-timer, but I feel like we fought a rather extended battle a long time ago to get PUA-adjacent content out of here, we (mostly) succeeded, but in the last few years it’s been kinda seeping back into the community and I would really prefer that not happen. We even have people linking to PUA blogs in the comments here!
This is LessWrong. If you want something gone, argue that it’s false, or link to previous arguments that it’s false, don’t just come kvetching about how you don’t personally like it.
I am more than happy to update in response to evidence, that’s what I want. I write about dating because I want people to tell me what I’m missing. Complaining that this is all vaguely bad somehow is not that.
Wrong argument. If people started posting videos of cats on LessWrong, they would not be “false”, but I’d downvote them just the same. Being false is not the only reason to keep them off LessWrong.
(I did find this post interesting and upvoted it.)
There are adjacent things besides just truth which apply in that case—e.q. arguments that something will not lead to any intellectual progress in any domain, or (in the case of advice posts) arguments that the advice is harmful.
I feel like Davis is making a fine argument (in structure) here. In as much as there was an extended battle to get PUA-adjacent content off of LW, and some kind of consensus formed among long-time contributors to the site that this kind of content is bad to post on LW, then that would be a reasonable thing to bring up. Ideally it would include links to past arguments and discussions about the merits, but it’s at least a pointer.
I am genuinely curious what arguments people have made in the past. I have a whole lot of my own arguments about what kind of content seems good or bad here, and my current guess is stuff like this is fine (and to some degree good because it prevents us becoming a soulless professional space, though there are also attractors for LW to become a pathological contrarian/edgy place, so it’s definitely possible to go wrong here).
It is valid to say something is not topical for lesswrong, or that the focus of lesswrong is shifting in a negative way, so I think the standard that you (John) request is not good. Personally, I would like to see more posts on your research! But I’m guessing that the dating stuff doesnt really take away from that (and for the most part, I just don’t read it).
On LessWrong, if you want to say that something is negative, you should provide a rational argument for why you think something is negative, if you want another person to listen.
I do want a LessWrong that’s primarily about rational argumentation, where we might agree what’s rational but where we strive to convince each other with rational arguments.
I think that “rational“ is an applause light here.
I disagree, in this very particular case. I was trying to say something similar a day ago and really struggled to come up with a better word.
The point is that the argument is supposed to be about the object-level thing, about whether the object-level claim is true or the object-level advice will have the effects it is claimed to have. The argument is not supposed to be things like “saying this will offend some people” or “you’re a bad person for saying this”. I struggle to come up with a better word or short phrase for that than “rational”; the standard connotations seem basically correct.
I don’t think so in this context. There’s a huge difference between appeal to “I don’t like X” and providing rational arguments.
There are plenty of arguments that might be made in an attempt to convince beyond just trying to shut off conversation with social pressure.
I don’t mind the original comment, and think it should exist.
My model is that it’s a kinda of “ultra-strong downvote”, that also appears to the side’s moderators in keeping dating-adjacent topics off of frontpage, as well as discouraging them in general.
I also think you should keep posting whatever you’d like, and we let karma sort out what people see. But I also think the correct number of almost-persuasive comments that are merely ultra-strong downvotes/upvotes is nonzero.
Huh, I guess the PUA fights happened before my time? FWIW, I think dating discourse is fine on LW. I can imagine it having a big effect on the culture if it became much more prominent, but it’s currently very far away from that, and dating/romance/sex and all of that stuff is a big part of people’s lives. Strongly discouraging discussion of it seems like it would introduce pretty huge blindspots into our maps of the world (and to leave much low-hanging fruit of applying the art of rationality on the table).
Of course people should vote how they want, but in as much as people are trying to claim some kind of consensus against this kind of content on the site, at least I as site admin can report that I am not currently on board with that supposed consensus![1]
My personal experience is that reading this kind of stuff feels kind of uncomfortable for me in the moment, while I also (at the end of the day) think it’s relatively useful for me to read. I am mostly glad for the people who think about this kind of stuff more.
I was only 14 or 15 when it was happening and I don’t remember it in too much detail, but I’m surprised it completely passed you by.
I am failing to find many top-level posts about it, mostly asides and then comment sections about it[1], but in 2009 Eliezer wrote Of Exclusionary Speech and Gender Politics. In it, he’s mostly making a point I believe is true and have thought of many times since, similar to “You Don’t Exist, Duncan”, that one of the key issues with gendered language is that it explicitly excludes the reader from it, in a way that the author and many readers don’t notice, but the excluded reader immediately does, and this is other-ing.
Then relevantly, as something of an aside, he gives this account of “PUA”:
As he was the head moderator and founder of the site, I think this is probably as clear a sense of the cultural attitude at the time. And indeed, 4 years later when someone wrote a defense of PUA, it received −44 karma (but was not censored).
(It also received 95 comments! This was back when LW was sorted by chronological order, so downvoted posts got the same intense attention as upvoted posts, and got as much discussion, which the current LW team would consider a poor allocation of users’ attention.)
On this 2009 post on dating advice, it’s mentioned 40 times.
Alicorn mentions it a little in her 2009 post Sayeth the Girl, and with the comments it’s mentioned 74 times.
In 2011 Lukeprog talks here and mentioned he interviewed to be a contestant on a tv show titled “The Pick-Up Artist”, and the comments mention the string “PUA” 82 times.
The 2013 post “LW Women: LW Online” has 596 comments (!) and PUA is mentioned 21 times.
Nice, this is very helpful. I remember reading the Eliezer post, but not much of any surrounding discussion.
I personally am reasonably sympathetic to the top commenter, and also we have better mechanisms for people to hide this kind of stuff from their site experience now. But I do think it makes Davis’s argument pretty forceful in that the last moderation action (even if over a decade ago) on this topic was to decide not to have that kind of stuff around. I’ll think about whether I’ll want to change that decision, or release new guidance, or whatever.
FWIW my current stance is that this content is good for the reasons you mention, but that I (and I suspect many others) would like slightly better ability to filter it out of our day-to-day site experience.
My first idea is that standard NSFW content (i.e. explicitly sexual) should be able to be flagged by readers as such (not relying on the author to get it right). For posts it should let you know at the top of the post, either in the tags or beside the author name and date) and that NSFW comments should be click-to-view, like how Reddit does with many images.
And of course, users like Wentworth should easily be able to hit a toggle in their user settings for “don’t blur NSFW content for me”.
Yes, it was a prominent debate early on and I think the eventual conclusion was that permitting PUA-type stuff can make the space really unwelcoming for some people (especially women) and can potentially lead to very negative consequences (sexual harassment/assault, etc.), so it was better avoided. I’m not sure if it was ever formally banned but it kinda became one of those “we don’t do that here” sorts of things.
I wasn’t around for the first LW PUA wars, though I “experienced” them in reading the threads in retrospect.
What’s your sense of why one side won, and the other didn’t, back then? I’m curious how the consensus was reached.
Pickup artists of the 2010s referred to these as ‘infields’.
If you look for videos using that term, you’ll find a mixture of people recording people who didn’t know or want to be recorded...and paid actors. I think anyone who might benefit from these sorts of descriptions is likely going to either be unable to tell the difference between real and fabricated stories, or too different from the storyteller to directly apply the lessons.
Examples of written infields here, here/here, here, here and here. Generally these match my experiences and I’d softly vouch for them in terms of realism, if not accuracy, though some are by guys who are much more skilled than I am/was. (Selection bias of course applies here, a ton)
In general the infields I’ve seen on e.g. YouTube match my experience of ~1k approaches, though I haven’t done any nightgame.
You say this phrase multiple times. I think it would be great if you would be more explicit about the exact mechanics you go through when doing that.
Sure, my standard safeword script runs roughly as follows:
(This is assuming someone subby and masochistic, obviously it runs a little different otherwise, but the high level generally stays the same.)
Would love to read a top-level post on this topic, because what people preach about consent (“only an enthusiastic verbal “yes” is consent”), and what most people do in practice are worlds apart.
I wish we lived in a world where an enthusiastic verbal “yes” could always be obtained for consent, instead you have to read facial expressions and tone and body language and breathing, etc...
I do like that you always pause and explain safewords and test usage before getting into the more serious stuff (from that point on consent seems pretty clear-cut), but you still have to get to that point with physical escalations where consent is very murky.
(But you also did finger Chesed without verbal consent, just using body language. That seems pretty advanced. If you have a model of what exact body language cues you are looking for to be confident enough that you are not violating her consent by doing that, it would be interesting to read your thoughts on that.)
Strong upvoted. I don’t get why people are upset, these stories aren’t even particularly obscene? [1]
As someone who is also into power dynamics, but significantly less skilled than John, I very much appreciate these stories, and would like to see more.
Where else are people supposed to go to discuss kinky sexuality in a level-headed way? (In particular the quality of the discourse I have seen on fetlife seems pretty bad on average.)
The last one hits kinda hard, but due to the emotional aspect and not due to any obscenity.
Since this post started with the “median 30 minutes” thing, I also want to mention one other stat: my retention rate, i.e. what fraction of the women I sleep with want to do it again.
Depends on how we count things, but:
Fraction of women I’ve fucked who have in fact come back for more: about 80%
Fraction of women I’ve fucked who are probably interested in more: 100%
(The remaining roughly 20% are cases where we haven’t fucked again yet but probably will at some point—e.g. Chesed and I will very likely fuck again at some point, but she recently had a baby so there hasn’t been a good time and probably won’t be for a little while.)
Retention rate is the one stat about my sex life which I consider a point of pride.
This is a cultured place, why the gracious obscenity? If that’s a part of the kink, I suggest putting it into a collapsible section.
(didn’t read the post, just saw this shit in my feed)
First, I have a principled opposition to the entire concept that obscenity is bad. All the hallway monitors of the world can go shove their pointless purity instincts up their collective prudish asses.
Second, the word “fuck” has importantly different connotations from e.g. “make love” or “sex”, and those connotations are generally more correct here; the obscenity makes the statement more accurate.
FWIW, I don’t buy that you believe this. I think you think obscenity and curse-words serve a purpose, and that purpose is not “it should be ignored and people who are upset are prudish”. Both spoken and written communication benefit from a wide range of emotional affects that words can be laden with, and curse words benefit from being somewhat disruptive and disconcerting and jolting.
I think this pushes a decent amount in favor of not using “fuck” as a description of casual sex. It’s a curse word in my inner vocabulary, and I don’t buy you actually want to use import those connotations. And at the very least I think it’s reasonable, given it’s function, for other people to parse it in a way that makes it a jolting and disruptive thing to read, somewhat equivalent to someone raising their voice, and to accommodate that.
“Being disruptive and disconcerting and jolting” is not how I would describe the purpose of curse words. I mean, they can be used that way, but I don’t think it’s the central purpose, I think it’s a side effect of a more useful purpose.
In the case of “fuck”… I’ll quote from Chapter 10 of Passionate Marriage (nominally a book by a therapist on keeping sex alive in long marriages):
I claim: the word “fuck” denotes a particular kind of sex. It’s supposed to be very erotic, aggressive, objectifying, primal. The reason the word is jolting is because the kind of sex it denotes makes a lot of people uncomfortable. Our mainstream society is not comfortable with fucking. That’s not a feature of the word, it’s a feature of the real phenomenon the word refers to.
Yeah, OK, fair enough. I am reasonably sold on this being a better word choice here, but am sad about there not being two terms. “Fuck” is primarily a curse word in my vocabulary, and I don’t see any particularly good reason for not having a different word with the right connotations that expresses having sex in non-euphemistic ways.[1]
Such is life. Let it be known that in the absence of the quoted paragraphs, I don’t think I would have understood what you meant to convey (or like, it would have only been one of a few hypotheses of what you tried to convey, with another one being more dominant).
Which of course isn’t in any possible way your fault!
Hmm, when reading “fuck”, my first reaction was to feel the vibes of a kind of ~sleazy man that ranges from actively harmful to merely having different tastes than me. Then I thought “Ah, it’s John, he probably didn’t mean that”.
I’d say I then implicitly got like a fourth of the intended meaning. The main other meaning I got was “casualness”. I tend to use “fuck” a lot as a generic intensifier in casual conversation, though I (ironically) don’t tend to use it to talk about sex, seemingly mostly due to a flinch about coming off as sleazy (I do not feel the same flinch when I imagine saying “Alice fucked me”). I think this is why I thought that that’s most of what was meant.
That is useful info, thanks.
disagree. i have no problem with fucking, but flinched at your word choice here.
for better or worse, ‘to fuck’ also connotes conquest. this is a fun and erotic dimension to the experience for those participating, but in this clinical/reflective setting it reads very awkwardly. compare:
ew! gross dude! don’t think like that—not outside of the bedroom! definitely don’t talk like that.
the distinction you make—that fucking is a particular kind of sex—is a true distinction. but i’m not sure how it’s relevant here? if you were measuring something like “fraction of women i’ve had loving, tender sex with who have come back for more: 20% / fraction of women i’ve fucked who have come back for more: 80%” then… fine! i agree with the word choice in that context: it emphasizes something important in the discussion.
but here… what is the word offering that the phrasing “Fraction of women I’ve seen again: 80%” does not provide? excepting of course the implicit advertisement for your services (“if you like getting your pussy ate by a vampire[1], jsw has a really big stash of viagra”). but take that to okcupid, please!
affectionate!
Yup, conquest is also part of the kind of sex denoted by “fuck”.
You mostly seem to be proving my point that the reason the word is jolting is because the kind of sex it denotes makes a lot of people uncomfortable. I claim the majority of people want to fuck and/or like to fuck. (Certainly the overwhelming majority I’ve fucked love it!) So why are you so uncomfortable with people talking about fucking, outside of their own bedrooms? Seems pretty sus to be grossed out by the topic, if you actually do not have any hangups about that kind of sex!
As for what the word choice offers: more information and accuracy, just like I said upthread. Why use less precise and descriptive words, when more precise and descriptive words are readily available and don’t even take extra space? This would just be common sense in any other everyday domain. And indeed, I am talking about fucking in much the same way I would talk about any other everyday domain. Why wouldn’t I?
conquest is fun and erotic. conceptualizing your escapades as conquests is gross.
I don’t conceptualize them that way. I fucked someone; that does not mean I conquered them in any sense beyond the fucking itself. Perhaps you are bringing in a frame where fucking someone implies bringing them low in some way that extends beyond the sex. But I never said anything like that, do not think anything like that, and do not generally live in that frame. This is your associations talking, not mine, and frankly it does not sound like a healthy way to relate to fucking.
hey, i don’t think that you do, and have not at any point. but we’re not legislating what’s in your heart, we’re trying to understand why some had a negative reaction to your word choice.
my understanding of your model of the offense:
people see the word ‘fuck’
they think of ‘very erotic’ sex
they are not comfortable with this, for possibly complex reasons
they are offended.
i suggest instead that what’s happening is
people see the word ‘fuck’
they think of what is (to them) a far more common usage of the word: a sort of conquest/damage
gross!
anyway, sorry if i’ve given the wrong impression in this thread. i don’t think you’ve done anything wrong; i think you were misunderstood. you used a word one way, but readers took it another.
you’ve since clarified what you’ve meant, which is all that the norms of productive discourse can ask.
i disagree with your model of the reader, and present an alternative. but i get the feeling you’re not that interested in this and/or are very confident in your understanding.
Alright. Sorry for being grumpy at you, and thank you for the model.
Shove your insults up your own ass, mate.
<3 that’s the spirit.