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Now look at this, me being a very bad girl and breaking my habit the third day in!

Bad tigerslut!

To make up for this, I will write about INTERNET BOYFRIENDS.

Really? Internet Boyfriends? YES INTERNET BOYFRIENDS

During the beginning of University I led a somewhat lonely existence. I would commute to school – which would take hours – go to my classes – more hours – sleep in the library on my three hour class breaks – take another class –  then come home.

Time with my friends was usually Friday or Saturday night. It would be difficult to meet any other day during the week. I spent majority of my evening – hours again – working on assignments for the next day. Any other spare time during the week was spent at work.

Somewhere during this time the movie “The 40 Year Old Virgin” came out. It was a man who had made it to 40 without having sex. Once it gets out at work, his co workers – who become his friends – help him find the one. 

Why the big delay? It just didn’t happen. Due to awkwardness and mishaps – circumstances prevented the main character from swiping his Vcard. I loved the movie.

The movie was an entertaining comedy but it hit a little too close to home. Everyone I knew had already had sex. I was 20, (which I didn’t think was that old!) but it surprised anyone that found out that I hadn’t. The response usually was, “Really?!!? Oh My God!!” I did not think that it was THAT strange. I wasn’t scouring the streets, looking for a warm body to play toesies with and continuously striking out. I just hadn’t clicked with anyone yet. Nobody made me feel the overwhelming urge to HAVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE SEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. And I am certain a little bit of anxiety played a part as well.  

There wasn’t a lot of time to date. If I did meet someone, it would end rather quickly. It was a repeating cycle of loneliness. I would be with someone - we would start to become close – a feeling of unpreparedness would set in and I would delay having sex. I would believe I was ready then want to stop and feel like I wasn’t. The word tease was thrown around like a frisbee on a hot summer day. I didn’t understand what was happening and soon became fed up and frustrated. I decided to forget trying to date and focused on school.

This meant A LOT of isolation. I was hanging out at home, exploring the internet. I had enough time to write and research an animal book, as well as get a better understanding of all the musical talent that was out there in the world. Most people discover music as they grow up, I had a small interest in it that EXPLODED during the first couple years of University. The main thing I did was listen to as many different artists as possible and type type type on my computer.

In momentum with this, time was a wasting. I wasn’t gathering any kind of understanding of relationships by hanging out at home. I was not meeting new people. I was fueling my naivety when it came to creating a relationship. I didn’t realize any of this because I was only doing what felt safer.

Luckily, I made a friend on the internet. Let’s call him Dan.

Dan was the same age as myself and lived in a small town that was about four hours away. He spent his time working at Home Hardware and drinking. Those were the only two things he did. Dan was going through a rough patch. He had been in school and then dropped out. As a result, he also spent a lot of time hanging out at home on his computer type type typing away.

As I listened to music/did homework/looked at animal pictures, Dan would make snacks/probably play video games/drink and we would converse through typing to each other on MSN. It began with short conversations everyday, that soon turned into 3 hour chats late into the night. We would make fun of the fact we spent so much time typing to each other when we hadn’t met.

The internet has a different set of rules. You can ask someone you meet online whatever you want with little to no risk. It began slowly, but I started to talk to Dan about some issues I was having. I discussed the shortness of relationships and Dan was brutally honest but considerate is his explanation of why the people I would date would react the way they did. He told me:  

“You tell them you’re a virgin and they get that - But they’re also into it because they see it as a challenge - They’ll start dating you -hoping you will want to/they can seduce you into having sex -Because you’re older, odds are they have had sex before – they expect it sooner than you do and it becomes more difficult for them to wait - Because they are frustrated they are calling you a tease - Because you don’t eventually fuck them - you have to dump them when they start behaving in a way you can’t handle. It’s nobodys fault. Even if you tell them your situation from the get go, it won’t mean they don’t want it.”

This saved me a lot of grief. It seems like a fairly straight forward explanation but when you have ZERO understanding of how the other people will feel, sometimes you need someone to tell you in the plainest way possible. Dan became my guide. He helped explain why people behaved the way they did. He honestly answered a tonne of sex questions, which I could ask him without shame or scaredy cat ness because I hadn’t met him. I started to trust him. Conversations would never enter the creepy zone, he would never say anything inappropriate that would make me uncomfortable. He was a good friend, who was a guy, who I had never met. He could ask me anything, I could ask him anything, it was an excellent relationship. I had the Boy-relationship-understanding-friend without the Boy-wanting-to-engage-in-penis-jabbingness-friend

Dan was the ‘safety net’ I needed at the time. We were able to honestly talk about a lot of things – especially sex – and I was able to ask a lot of questions I did not want to ask my girlfriends or my MaMa. This helped prepare me for a lifetime of difficult situations. Many of my friends had to learn the same things different ways and sometimes it was a lot more difficult for them.

This was a fairly well working set up until the one year mark. At this point, we were scheduling our conversations. We would set time aside specifically to talk/we knew each others schedules. Topics like people we were dating/seeing became off limits. We would flirt. We would not so jokinglyjoke about meeting.

A few months later, we were planning to meet. We both wanted to do it safely in case one of us was not who we thought. I would bring a friend, we would meet in the closest city and we would pick a public place. We would see what would happen and we were both very excited.

When I finally did tell one friend about this, she teased me that I had an “Internet Boyfriend.” Then she grew very very concerned when I said I wanted to meet him. She kept pushing the fact that I did not know for sure that Dan was actually Dan.

A couple months before Dan and I were planning to meet I met my first long term partner. I told Dan, he was upset, and it felt like breaking up with someone. Which was double strange because it was someone I had never met in person. We did not end up meeting and stopped out internet talkfests shortly after.

So – is an internet relationship legit?
 
I have no idea. I don’t think  it’s as valuable as the real thing. A lot of people meet via something on the net and end up being an awesome match when they take it to the next level and meet in person. On the other hand, a lot of people meet on the net and it turns in to a very dangerous situation.
 
I wouldn’t recommend meeting someone from online in person unless you do it safely and I definitely would not suggest a young person EVER take this chance. I think a part of me felt I would never go through with actually meeting Dan because of all the horror stories I had heard. I still don’t know what would have happened, would he have been who he said or some creeper? I don’t know! But I always like to believe he would have been exactly the same Dan the brat I imagined he was.
 
-tigerslut
 
Day 3 of 21

When you say to someone “I am afraid of going on top during sexy time.” You can get a few different responses. Here are the ones I have received in my past:

“What do you mean? I get up there and I’m all like wOOOOOoooooooOOOooWwwwwwyyyy” [Thrusting Motions and a big smile]

-Friend One

“Seriously?? Why? You’re super tiny.”

-Friend Two

“But Youre missing out! It’s so much fun!” [Thrusting Motions and a big smile]

-Friend 3

“It’s a matter of confidence. You are my beautiful baby you will figure it out.”

-My Mom (Oh So Sweet) 

I started out being afraid of SEX period. THE BIG S-E-X.

But then, after meeting  a partner I was happy with, sex would happen. Often. More than I was used to (which was once every 3 months – so you can imagine)

And something new started to happen during all of these sexy times, I realized I was very VERY limited in my understanding of what sex was and how it could be.

I found myself wanting to try things but not knowing how to try them.

I wasn’t afraid of the S-E-X now, I was afraid of the O-N T-O-P.

During my first relationship I had managed to avoid going on top for majority of the time. I think I can trace it back to a point where my first partner had said to me “You are awkward on top. It doesn’t feel good,”  on my second attempt.

Now, before everyone gets in an uproar – you have to realize – first partner/first relationship = young/naive/inexperienced. I did not realize that this kind of feed back was unacceptable. Someone who loves you will work with you and support you while you are trying to figure out something that is new to you, whether it be anything from juggling cans of chicken noodle soup to learning how to be the one on top – they will show patience and understanding, because their ultimate goal is that you are both satisfied – and they will draw satisfaction from seeing you happy as well.

Despite understanding that my first partner may not have handled this the best way – or may not have realized that I would stop trying to be the one on top - did not realize that I would apply this to anything and everything when it came to trying something new during sex - 

The words still stuck in my mind.

 ”You are Awkward.”

One of the aspects of GAD is that you OBSESS. You obsess about the same thing for a long long time. You try to see it from a different perspective, but when you are only drawing from your past experience - and it was not a good one – it can be very very difficult to pull yourself out of this frame of mind.

So despite being free and clear - despite being with a different person – despite experiencing something that felt very very good – there was an issue. Here I was, free of the past, and some fun desires and curiosities were bubbling back up during the positive sex that was taking place.

But these curiosities were then being met with “You’re awkward on top. It doesn’t feel good.” That meant, during the good sex, I was thinking about bad things from my past, and the urge to try something new was being overwhelmed by baggage, and by baggage I mean 300 suitcases of it.

So the dilemma:

How do you break out of a learned habit?

IN my case, How do I tell myself – “YOURE NOT AWKWARD, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. SNAP OUT OF IT TRY STUFF ITS OKAY!”

It took about half a year. And a lot of reading. And a lot of rethinking. And it will still surface as a problem from time to time. But here are/were my ways to deal with it:

1 – I said what was bothering me out loud to my counsellor

She helped me pinpoint what my exact fears were and helped me squish them

2 – I said my fear out loud to my partner

Who reassured me that they enjoyed my body, but also gave some sound advice. “Try to focus on the moment, try to focus on what you’re feeling”

3 – I read A LOT of stuff on the internet.

Two sites I found incredibly helpful:

Joy McCarthy of Joyous Health wrote an article on How To Make Peace with your Body

Here we meet Joy, who is super cute – watch her videos and you’ll see – She tells us a personal story about her past experience.

I could completely relate to Joy. I was currently doing what she was doing. I kept obsessing about this “Youre awkward on top” comment. I realized I was awkward because I was uncomfortable with the way my body was/I perceived it to be. When you are on tippity top – you become the focus, I mean hello YOU ARE NAKED AND RIGHT UP THERE. And this made me afraid. I thought – what if he sees this, what if he thinks this. My mind would keep going and going over the WHAT IFS and I couldn’t stop it. This would result in me being uncomfortable, drying up, being unable to have any kind of relaxation or any kind of rhythm when it was my turn to be large and in charge!! And of course, any good partner senses this and then they stop to  ask you what’s wrong – because they don’t want you to be uncomfortable either. What A Mess!

I was focusing on a specific insecurity, and I was trying to hammer it down with exercise. I was running and running – which was really good for me, But no matter what changed I was still unsatisfied. I believed that  once I had rid myself of this insecurity, I could be the initiator, I would instantly have tonnes of sexual prowess - I would be a master of sexyness. But after reading this article I realized, I REALLY REALLY hated myself, I really hated my body. It wasn’t just one insecurity – there was a whole big jumbly mess of them. I needed to learn to love my body the way it is NOW before I could try  and change it. The problem wasn’t how I looked, it was HOW I FELT ABOUT HOW I LOOKED.

And the second site, believe it or not, was Dan Savages’ Sex Advice Column,

Savage Love

Here I learned a lot of new and exciting things. (To be expanded upon) I read about tonnes, and I mean TONNES of people who had faced the same dilemma I was.  SO many that Dan Savage had coined a term – DTMFA – which stands for

Dump

The

Mother

Fucking

Asshole.

Amazingggggg!

He also had some very solid advice that I wished I had read years ago: that went something like this:

“There comes a time in those first go around relationships when one partner loses interest for whatever reason. Unable  to deal with it – or simply not knowing how to handle it – they act badly as a partner hoping the other will end the relationship. This can drag out the process until ultimately, the other gets dumped anyway, and feels like a big piece of shit.”

Mr. Savage, and his readers, helped me to understand I had not been alone in my crappy situation. That tonnes of people were in the same situation – that tonnes of people forgot they had the option to leave – that tonnes of people let a shitty relationship where they felt shitty become the norm without even realizing it! This helped because it made me realize – it’s no ones fault. “Youre awkward on top. It doesn’t feel good” was one of many statements made over a very long period of time. And like many statements made during that period of time, it was flat out wrong. It could be changed and the importance of it could be diminished – IF I CHOSE TO DO SO.

It was only after making a big effort to overhaul these big thoughts/big insecurities/big perspectives that I was able to come to terms with and face these issues. I had to admit I had some deep deep issues, and even though I seemed and acted very confident at times, I was riddled with some deep-set insecurities that needed to be pulled up and pummelled to pulp.

 After all of this, I had just one thing left to do when it came to topping it off, as it eventually has:

Practice.

Practice.

Practice.

One of the strangest/scariest/most exhilarating combination of things I have experienced is being Horny Afraid & Fucked.

Let’s rewind. I have always felt sexually inexperienced. I have a limited number of partners (at the time this happened 1, Now 2) and I always felt I was at a disadvantage. There seemed to be sexual secrets out there, just shimmering, there but not quite there like the wavy haze you see if you look at something through a fire. They were just out of my reach. They were just on the fringe of my finger tips, just a millimeter more and I could touch them, tap them, caress those sexy steamy passionate sex secret secrets and become a super cool and collected multi orgasmic confident sensual and over all super hot being that could pull off a Christina Aguilera ala Burlesque Dance routine.

I honestly felt this. I felt there was a thing out there I just wasn’t getting when it came to sex. I was a lego, and there were other legos, and I was trying to connect the two legos but they just weren’t fitting. It was as if some idiot had chewed up and left dried pink gum inside the lego so nothing was happening, my lego was just gumming up the other legos and making a sticky mess.

I was missing the Passion. It had been a very long time since I had experienced it. The passion, the supreme horniness, had returned with a vengeance. I was a bear awake from a winter of Hibernation and I was ready to feed. It was driving me a little crazy because all of this new found sexual desire was mixed in with insecurity and fear.

The fear list was big.
I was afraid of being naked.
I was afraid of taking off my clothes.
I was afraid of being the person on top.
I was afraid of making the wrong noises.
I was afraid of cumming.
I was afraid of not being able to cum.
I was afraid of looking ridiculous.
I was afraid of being too vigorous.
I was afraid of being too into it or not into it enough.
I was so so so afraid that all sex was bad sex and I would never experience good sex.

I was being a puss puss when it came to the vagina penis action. I just could not handle the idea of sex again.

Here I was, in my brand spanking new bed, with a brand spanking new super sexy guy that just wanted to have his way with me. I always wanted this. The reality was better than what I imagined. But I simply could not handle it. My mind was reeling with fear while my body was freaking out screaming “LET HIM STICK HIS DICK IN YOU” I wanted to be super smooth and pull some fantastic move and jump his bones, but I was paralyzed with horrible WHAT IF HE THINKS I’M A FUCKING FREAK fears. It was Anxiety Overload. There was baggage from the past, mixed in with excitement, mixed in with anxiety, mixed in with at least twenty other things.

In the past, sex had become a bad thing. Sex had become associated with desperation, negativity, unpleasantness and upset. Sex was a problem before because it wasn’t happening/rarely happened/and when it did was not enjoyable. It left me feeling horrible about myself. It left me with an emptiness.

Sex was a problem now because it could happen and I was too afraid to let it because I was so afraid it would be exactly the same as before.

My expectations were skewed. I believed anything I would experience would have to be the same as what I already had experienced.

I remember watching movies with romantic scenes where a couple would kiss and I would be jealous. I would want that same passion. But I told myself, shamed myself, into believing that I was being ridiculous. It’s not real, I said. It’s just a movie.

Regardless of how perfect the actors were or how staged the scene was, their job was to communicate something that does happen in everyday life. Unbridled, uncontrollable, desire/passion/hunger for another being. Wanting someone so badly you didn’t stop to think before you went ahead and mauled them. I felt it, I felt the want and the desire – the passion, the yearning the every synonym we can come up with for what you feel when you are extremely horny. But I also felt so so afraid.

I was so afraid I was too afraid to fuck.

So – How did I solve this? (You know I did solve it, because I already told you how 1 became 2)

I think it was a few things. If I had to extract them this is what I would see:

I had some perceptions, some beliefs that were firmly in place that I had to break.
They were stopping me from doing what I wanted to do.

All Sex would be Bad Sex.

How did I break this one?

I tried to level it back. I drew from what I was learning and experiencing in the moment. From just hanging out with this new person I felt better than I had in a long time. When he kissed me, it felt really good. It made me really horny. I knew that if my body was having a positive reaction to kissing or even just seeing him, there had to be something there worth exploring. I told myself. if these things aren’t bad, then seeing what taking it a few steps further would be like is worth a try.

I was afraid of being naked.

How did I break this one?

UGH – I still struggle with this one! I definitely have my insecurities, but saying them out loud to myself, or spending time naked in front of a mirror helps. I try to work in a different perspective. I think about the things I like about myself. I try to see my body as a complete body instead of just the parts I am insecure about. When I am able to see myself as a complete self, I think – hey that’s not too bad. I like this this and this. This is perky. This is bouncy. This fills in nicely over here.

Another tip I was given was, instead of focusing on myself, or how I looked or what I was doing, focus on the other person. Focus on pleasing them as much as possible. Take yourself out of the equation for a moment and just work on making the other being have the time of their life. This thought really helps.

The Expectations of Orgasm

How did I break this one?

This is a big problem for a lot of people. With this one, there was no skirting the issue. I had to be blatant and honest. I explained that I had bad experiences for a big chunk of my sexual past, and having an orgasm was one of those big issues. I took the pressure off of myself and my partner by saying – just DO NOT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN. I gave myself permission to not have an orgasm and just enjoy myself. I gave myself permission to be happy for my partner if they climaxed and I didn’t. I was honest and explained this long before sex was even an option, I had no choice. It was just too difficult to date without explaining that I did have sexual issues and that it meant it may take me longer to become more comfortable with things than it may take other people. Once the pressure was off, the Orgasms would cum. (Get it?)

Humour Helps

We had a running joke, that things were “too soon.” The joke became employed in other aspects of the relationship: it was “Too Soon” to hold hands or it was “Too Soon” to share the same glass of water. The humor helped lighten things up and made it easy for us to communicate what we were and were not ready for.

Most Importantly – I realized I had Requirements

I chose someone I could talk to. The one night fling was not an option for me. I realized, to my chagrin at first, that casual sex just wasn’t in my cards. I could not become the fuck bandit I had secretly pondered becoming. It wasn’t in my blood. I do not judge people who are able to have lots and lots of sex with lots of different people. I just knew I couldn’t do it, not right now, because I was too messed up from the past. There was too much going on in my head, there was too much doubt. I needed to be able to sleep with someone who  I could actually explain these things to. If they didn’t try to understand them, or didn’t share their own concerns and insecurities  – it wouldn’t’ work. This was something that took time to accept. I almost saw it as a weakness, but over time I realized they were my requirements. I was simply too inexperienced and too young to have them with my first partner – these types of requirements were not in my grasp of understanding at that time.

But, it’s not all talk

When I fucked – and I mean FUCKED – fucked/made love/soaked everything/scared the neighbors
it
was
fucking
amazing.