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Living In Sin: Scared Soft
Sex is something that drives us, empowers us and gets us into really stupid situations with people we have no business seeing naked. Jen Sincero is the bestselling author and sexpert with the carnal knowledge you need. Ask her your questions (all are posted anonymously). Cuz there's no such thing as being too good in bed.
I read your column sometimes on laist.com, and my question isn't as racy as some of the other ones you answer, but then that's the problem. I'm dating this new girl who's a bunch of the things that I like in girls: smart, cute, has her shit together, open minded, emotionally available and kinda slutty in bed. Maybe not the love of my life, but the right girl to have around for right now.
We just started sleeping together, after about a month, because I didn't want just another conquest, and the sex is incredibly disappointing! I'm not that into it, and am having a hard time, well, staying hard. I come maybe every 3rd time we do it, and generally that's only if we have sex in the morning. I don't get it. I'm 29, so I should be able to still get it up for whomever I want, right? It's making sex more of a chore when it should be a really good time. She wants to play around and do more kinky things, but I'm struggling just to get myself off, let alone give her an orgasm. HELP!
- Lacking in the Sack
I had a great friend from college staying with me all last week who, as visitors are wont to do, brought a suitcase with her. There was nothing special about this suitcase, it was just a black thing with wheels, but according to my cat, it was not to be trusted. His first glance at it sent him straight up in the air as if he was on springs. I didn't even see his little kitty knees bend - he just popped up like a cork. All 20 pounds of him. Boing! I nearly had a heart attack right alongside him - I haven't laughed that hard since he got his face stuck in a paper bag. Whew! Good times over here folks. Anyway, he was so freaked out that even after giving it a good sniffing he walked around it in wide circles, and shot it a terrified look whenever he heard a strange noise. It was, in his mind, The Thing To Fear.
Cats are trippers, yes, but so are we. We do the same thing all the time - some of us have decided airplanes are scary, success is scary, loving who we are is scary - meanwhile, in reality, all these things are just banal black suitcases with wheels, blinking stupidly at us while we project three headed monsters onto them.
Silly, ain't it?
I'm going to go ahead and suggest that this is what you've done to your sex life with this girl. I don't know enough about your situation to figure out where it's coming from - maybe she intimidates you? Maybe your intimacy issues are coming out through your wiener? Maybe waiting that whole month psyched you out? Or perhaps you're drinking too much, on anti-depressants, scared of her, not as into her as you think, exhausted, gay, crippled by anxiety....whatever it is, you're making it worse by obsessing over it. Remember, what you focus on you will get. If you constantly focus on the fact that you have no money, you will continue to have none. If you focus on how tired you are, you'll always be tired. Same goes for disobedient wieners. So set it free and see if it comes back to you.
There are a lot of things you can do in bed that don't involve the ole sausage dunk. Try playing around with toys, fingers, mouths, feathers, paddle tennis rackets, police uniforms and phone sex. Make it so that if you do rise to the occasion, it'll be more of a bonus than the whole enchilada. This will take the pressure off of you, allow you to please yourself and your girlfriend and hopefully, inspire the one-eyed weasel to eventually go pop.
If it doesn't, get yourself to a doctor (both the mind and the body kind). At 29 you should be having fun, not worrying about how you're going to pay for all that Viagra.