Screw it, let's talk about sex
Stealing for Gilliard's blog again, but this time it's his friend Jen writing about how much it really sucks when guys have the nerve to claim that they don't go down.
"Hi Moxie,I recently began sleeping with a guy I've known for a few years. We've hooked up only a few times. The sex is great, but he never goes down on me. But I always go down on him. He's always trying to get me to take his penis in my mouth when we fool around, but he never reciprocates.What does this mean?"
He's a dick. It should also mean that is the last time he gets a blow job. The admin from the site she quotes is much nicer, but same idea.
I am reminded of Chris Rock's routine about women who won't go down, that they are like Betamax. "They still make you?" It goes both ways. I am honestly amazed that guys in my generation have the nerve to shame girls about our genitals in order to save a little time and effort. I shouldn't be, I guess. I remember high school oh too well and hearing guys gasp in horror that girls have the nerve to sweat and wear pants when the pussies that they want might get a tad damp from these activities. But now, I will hear a guy tell a long, drawn-out story about nearly dying from thigh clamp long before I hear a guy shame himself by acting like there's something to be proud of when you want to fuck girls but you don't want them to like it.
As usual, I still wonder if I really am surprisingly sheltered in Austin. But I think that some of my surprise that the won't eat pussy crew still exists comes from just my all-over unwillingness to hang out with people who are sticks in the mud. Live, dammit! When I was a kid, my dad spent a good amount of effort trying to turn me into a curious person who tried to get the most out of life, and a big part of this was steering me away from picky eating. He would tease me and cajole me away from picky eating as a kid, implying correctly that diverse tastes would make it easier for me to meet and charm interesting people. When I wouldn't budge, he would blindfold me before feeding me, so I couldn't judge food on its appearances.
Subsequently, I have some disdain for picky eaters. And that goes double for men who claim they like pussy but won't lay tongue to it.