Please Stop Asking Me How Lesbians Have Sex
Written by V.S. Wells, originally published on thoughtcatalog.com
It is a Friday night and I am in a pool club with my friends, and some of E’s friends who I have never met before. We are playing tag team pool. I am shit at pool.
And M takes it upon herself to mention how I sometimes write for “gay magazines”, and suddenly G, who I have never met before, stares at me like I am about to strip off and start humping every girl in the immediate vicinity for his own personal gratification. He smiles like the shark from Finding Nemo.
“You’re a lesbian? That’s so cool!”
He clearly hasn’t noticed how I’ve spent the last 20 minutes talking about the boy I’m seeing, vacillating between trying to explain his views on solipsism and whinging about his awful texting habits. I curse M under my breath.
“Actually, I’m bisexual,” I say, which is a lie because I identify as pansexual, but I don’t think I can explain how the gender binary is a social construct. Right now I can barely stand up without falling over, let alone string together a coherent sentence to challenge commonly held notions on identity and biological essentialism, so I keep it simple. “So I like girls and boys.”
After that, things go downhill very quickly.
“So are you more into girls or guys?”
“She has two ex-girlfriends!” M interjects merrily, which is also not quite true. They were girlfriends in name only, long-distance friends with whom I exchanged flirtatious messages and eventually broke up with through extended periods of radio silence. To call them relationships seems generous.
“Are you more into girls then?”
I want to explain how I’m more into specific individuals than anything as general and arbitrary as a whole gender. Just because I love The Avengers doesn’t mean I instantly prefer all superhero movies to all Shakespearean dramas, you know? Because – duh – Macbeth beats The Incredible Hulk any day of the week, and anyone who disagrees is just plain wrong.
“It depends,” I say eventually. M takes a shot, and misses. “I like people… And that person’s personality matters more to me than what’s in their pants. Personally.”
“Do you like boobs?”
“Who doesn’t like boobs?”
“So if you’re into boobs, do you just play with yours the whole time? Because if I was gay, I’d probably spend the whole time being like, holy shit! Awesome! A dick!”
G is met by a wall of silence. Conversation turns to other things — Sweeney Todd, universities, MMA wrestling — but it inevitably seems to come back to what G really wanted to know, the reason he was so fascinated by my same-sex attraction in the first place.
“Actually, what I really want to know is — how do two girls actually have sex?” he asked, and for a split second I imagine bludgeoning him over the head with the pool cue in my hand. Has he never heard of Google? Is it really such a big stretch of the imagination that sex can occur without the sweaty, frantic inclusion of a penis?
E is laughing at the fact I’ve gone red. M is laughing at the fact I’m lost for words, which is pretty rare. I’m laughing in disbelief, because I’m not sure how it’s socially acceptable to ask about the bedroom antics of someone you’ve only known for two hours. And then I sigh, and remind myself that I have been asked this question many times in the past, and no doubt I will get asked in the future, and nobody seems to understand why it pisses me off. I feel like I’m providing a public service.
“Basically,” he continues, “if you think of a girl as a bucket of sand, so you’ve got two buckets of sand, and you can’t really do much with two buckets and no spade. At least with two dudes, you’ve got, like… a different bucket for the spade?”
It’s not that hard, I think. I’ve never slept with a girl, but the premise is pretty simple. Imagine you’re with a girl, and your sole aim is to make her come. And as the majority of girls don’t tend to orgasm from penetration, maybe you should try something else. Think about all the other things you have — fingers and lips and tongue. Think about all the things she has other than just a hole between her legs. Think about all the items out there you can buy which have the specific purpose of trying to pleasure girls. Think about how you could use your fingers and lips and tongue and toys to make her moan and writhe in pleasure, never having to involve whatever’s between your own legs.
And then think about how creepy it is to ask. You’re basically asking, “Is lesbian sex really like porn?” to which the answer is no — unless you’re watching feminist queer porn, in which case, you wouldn’t need to ask me. But the run-of-the-mill variety catering to a straight dude will be tailored to the male gaze, perhaps featuring a pair of dead-eyed blonds tepidly licking each other’s nipples and moaning ostentatiously.
If you really want to find out what girl-on-girl lovin’ involves, you could phrase it a bit better, add some tact, maybe imply you’re genuinely interested in better understanding minority sexualities and not just after some fetish fuel for your nights alone? Because I get it — we’re all curious about stuff we don’t know, and we all have a sordid little desire to find out what other people get up to between the sheets. And if you treat me with respect, I can impart limited wisdom on you. But knowing I’m queer doesn’t grant you the immediate right to invade my privacy, no more than you’d ask any other random girl what she does in bed with her significant other.
“Who says you need a spade to go to the beach?” I reply, and play a shot. The red ball skitters, bounces off two cushions — and slips neatly into a pocket.
G doesn’t ask me anything else.
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22 Comments
gad
September 30, 06:23Seen.Pinky Nwanne m,does the 1st comment attract a prize?
pinkpanthertb
September 30, 06:24LOL! This no be LIB nah…
Dennis Macauley
September 30, 06:23The finish was applause worthy!
LOL
Pan Sexual
I like the term
pinkpanthertb
September 30, 06:24This was my first hear of the word too o.
chestnut
September 30, 06:49What does it mean tho? (I know google is my friend,but I’m late for work biko…which begs the question: “so he’s late for work and doesn’t have time for google,but has time to drop a comment on KD,how come?…and here he is still typing plenty rubbish…”) #OkBye
daniel
September 30, 06:32G is sick tho……
Remy Dubois
September 30, 06:49The dude can ask annoying questions sha…
Remy Dubois
September 30, 06:52Dennis check ur twitter !
Lothario
September 30, 07:04Hmmmmm….Remy Dubois!!!!
Dennis Macauley
September 30, 09:33Portharcourt.boi@gmail.com
I don’t always use twitter
Lothario
September 30, 07:03Hahahahahaha! Lesbians really hate that question, a friend of mine says that it makes her feel like her relationship is all about the sex.
Colossus
September 30, 07:51Well frankly, its a good question. We are naturally inquisitive about things like this and Google can’t quite explain it as explicitly as a free willing spirited lesbian can.
Pan asexual? Well that’s new
JustJames
September 30, 08:12So, how do lesbian have sex? *runs away*
#TeamKizito
September 30, 09:33Hmmm. G is gay friendly, yea?
#TeamKizito
September 30, 10:10M is as loud as Veronica Mbadiwe, shey?
pinkpanthertb
September 30, 10:15Lol. #TeamKizito get your head out of Declan’s life
jay
September 30, 16:32Reblogged this on kenyan girl lezz life and commented:
Just so no one ever asks me how lesbians have sex again…
Andrevn
October 01, 21:13atleast one can take two pails instead of a pail nd a spade to d beach…ryt peeps?
Chole Ike
October 03, 02:35*giggles I haven’t been asked that in a long time, and never in such a clever manner…
pinkpanthertb
October 03, 03:17What’s your secret, pray tell? 🙂
Chole Ike
October 03, 03:44I’m lucky enough to live in a large city with a high gay population, so I’d have to say my secret is to avoid conversations with tourists, lol
pinkpanthertb
October 03, 03:57Yea. Lucky you. lol