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[Greta Christina] Against Simultaneity

I’ve written before in this blog against one of our culture’s biggest ideals of sex: the ideal of spontaneity, the ideal that sexual desire should strike both (or all) partners at the same time, and that planning or scheduling sex is a boring, unromantic buzz-kill.

Today, I want to write about another romantic ideal of sex . . . and how it can fuck sex up.

I’m talking about the ideal of simultaneity.

In the standard romantic ideal of sex, sexual desire isn’t the only thing that strikes both partners at the same time. Sexual satisfaction does as well. There isn’t quite the same emphasis on precise simultaneous orgasm as there used to be . . . but there’s still the idea that both partners should be getting both aroused and satisfied on more or less the same timeline.

And while I have nothing against simultaneity as one sexual option among many, I have huge problems with it as an ideal, a superior model of sexual interaction that somehow promotes intimacy and romance better than any other model.

(I’m going to assume heterosexuality for most of this post, btw. Lesbians and gay men mostly don’t seem to have much of a hang-up about simultaneity, so for this post, I’m not going to worry about them.)

My first problem: Women and men tend not to have the same patterns and timetables of arousal and satisfaction. Women generally take longer: to get aroused in the first place, as well as to reach orgasm. We have our compensations, of course, in the form of multiple orgasm — but even that means that we take more time.

So if you’re a hetero couple trying to ride the “arousal and climax” train together, one of two things is likely to happen. The man has to try to rein in his pleasure so he doesn’t arrive before his partner. Or the woman never arrives at all.

Or, in the worst case scenario, both.

And while holding off on climax can certainly increase your own pleasure as well as your partner’s, there’s a point at which it stops being a deliciously prolonged tease that works you up into a frenzy . . . and starts becoming a chore, a mental exercise that detaches you from your body and your partner and the pleasures of the here and now.

Fuck that noise.

So that’s Problem #1. Problem #2:

The ideal of simultaneity is yet another way that penis- in- vagina intercourse is given a privileged, prioritized, “this is what really counts as sex” position in the pantheon of sexual options.

The idealization of simultaneous sexual pleasure is, for the most part, an idealization of intercourse. Sure, variations like sixty-nining are part of the picture. But they’re in the picture as, well, variations. Not as the main attraction.

Look at the way things like oral sex and fingering still get referred to as “foreplay.” As opposed to, oh, say, just for example, “sex.” The idea behind “foreplay” is that the man is supposed to arouse the woman enough for them to engage in “real sex”; enough so that, when they have “real sex,” she’ll be ready, and they can come more or less together.

And I always have a problem with the way that penis- in- vagina intercourse gets treated as The One True Sex. Partly because I’m a dyke in a dyke relationship, who hasn’t had a penis anywhere near her vagina in many years . . . but largely because it sucks for straight women. (And for bi women involved with men.) Most women can’t come from intercourse alone, and when intercourse gets treated as The One True Sex, women get screwed. And not in a good way. When you prioritize intercourse over all other forms of sex, you’re pretty much automatically making women’s sexual pleasure a lower priority than men’s.

So I’d like to propose a different model. Not to be placed above simultaneity, as a better and superior way to have sex that everyone should follow, but as a totally valid option that counts as Real Sex every bit as much as the simultaneity option.

It’s a model straight out of the “Everything I Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarden” ouvre:

Taking turns.

Taking turns kicks ass. Taking turns means you don’t have to try to ride the same train at the same time. Taking turns means you each can help other ride your own trains, at the speed that works best for both of you.

And taking turns has other advantages, too. Taking turns means you don’t have to try to rub your belly and pat your head at the same time. When it’s your turn, you can let yourself wallow luxuriously in excitement and sensation and pleasure, without guilt or distraction; when it’s your partner’s turn, you can drink in their pleasure, focusing your full, undistracted attention on what gets them off . . . and how hot they are when they’re doing it.

Again, I’m not saying that taking turns is an inherently superior form of sex. It does have a few downsides — patience is definitely a virtue in the “taking turns” model — and simultaneity does have some genuine attractions. I’m just saying: If you’re a hetero couple who’s been unsuccessfully trying to ride the simultaneity train — or if you’ve been successfully riding the train and would simply like some more options, purely for variety’s own sweet sake — you really don’t have to treat it as the perfect sexual ideal of romance and passion. Taking turns can be every bit as romantic, every bit as intimate, every bit as passionate . . . and every bit as hot.

Greta Christina, copyright © 2008. Be sure to check out Greta’s blog.

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