Fucking – the act

I don’t really like fucking – I wish I did, but I don’t.

Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.

Fucking has never come naturally to me — it requires an aggression I’ve long kept at bay. Lately, though, something’s shifting.

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

A paralyzed man’s quest to experience sex, a sex surrogate who treats the encounter like a medical procedure, and my frustration that the movie can’t imagine foreplay as part of the assignment.

I’ve never been a fan of the quickie — but I’m learning.

On the evolution of my fucking technique, from passive to aggressive — and the semicolons along the way.