I am a 25-year-old bisexual female grad student in NYC. This summer I had sex with a man for the first time. It was casual sex, but we were together for a few days. I was spending the summer in California and met him there; he now lives in Philadelphia.
First of all, you didn’t make a fool of yourself, you made a phone call, and that call didn’t break any of the 300,000 unspoken rules of casual sex. Unless casual sex partners specifically ask us not to call, we have every right to ring them up. One person making a call is the only way a casual sex partner is ever transformed into a plain ol’ partner.
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You transparent cocksuck–oh, wait a minute, I’m being nice this week. And shit, man, your father just died. Let me start over: I’m so very sorry about your father passing away, MOMCAA. My condolences, you transparent cocksucker.
You say you’re not interested in sex, and you have your reasons. Fine. But you can’t fault your husband for self-stimulation if he’s not getting any from you. He may be more interested in sex than masturbation, but sex isn’t an option right now; it’s not as if he’s choosing masturbation over sex. Until you work out this communication crap, he’s gonna go on jerking off. And while you’re on strike, wouldn’t you prefer that your husband jerk off into something designed to hold spunk? I mean, it’s that or a lot of crusty socks, lady. Take your pick.
