Sexless in the City


Sometimes reading romance novels doesn’t quite prepare you for a love life...

For this 30-year-old urbanite, love is always a misadventure: The Harvard Lickwit, Hippie the Groper, the 5% Man, and the Ad Weasel. These and many other men wander in and out of her life — but never her bed.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Surviving a season of sexlessness

Whether because they saw my segment on “tips for having the talk” or figure a nearly-30-year-old virgin must be good at something (ahem), I’ve been getting requests for advice lately. Today I thought I’d share a few tips I’ve learned for practicing chastity.
  1. If you’re going to be abstinent, give it your best shot. Don’t use dates, make-out buddies or significant others as your science lab to figure out where the “How far is too far?” line is. That also means no porn, no masturbation and ... well, your conscience can be your guide. But seriously: if you’ve chosen to be selective about the circumstances for having sex, techhnical adherence is basically cheating. Rather, you ought to press into and ponder the ultimate reasons for reserving sex for the ultimate commitment of marriage. If you don’t like what it means, then have the courage and candor to admit you’re not really on board with chastity, don’t trust God to know what’s best or don’t [insert your issue/objection]. Then, deal with that issue, rather than faulting something you never really gave a fair chance to begin with.
  2. Don’t use friendships as a substitute for dating someone. In my experience, intimate, opposite-sex friendships often function as emotional substitutes for the real, romantic relationship both friends might desire -- often leading to ambiguity, confusion and hurt. Again, have the courage to admit what you’re really looking for and using that friendship to provide. If you want romance, but not with that person, don’t use him or her to slake your thirst for intimacy. It’s not fair to that other person, and may even be a hindrance to finding the thing you really want. (See my post on emotional chastity for more clarification on what type of friendship I really think needs the most caution; it may not be what you think.)
  3. Do take advantage of brothers/sisters and other safe, clearly defined relationships you have with the opposite sex. I’ve been fortunate to have siblings of both sexes, but even if you don’t, you probably have some unambiguous, fully-platonic-and-couldn’t-ever-be-otherwise relationships with the opposite sex. While these certainly aren’t a substitute for a romantic partner, a lot of times our loneliness is partly spurred or exacerbated by a longing for more contact with the opposite sex. Treasure the blessing of this contact whenever you’re able to enjoy it. I’ve been amazed how much good it sometimes does me to just hang out with my brother or dad. Even if I someday marry, I hope I never lose sight of how much relating to the other men in my life enriches my community and helps meet emotional needs.
  4. Cultivate your whole self in the present. One of the traps of being consumed by your singleness is that it’s easy to start believing your whole identity revolves around your sexuality and its (un)fulfillment. This often comes at the neglect of all the other things that make you you or enrich your life, work and relationships. Pursue your other passions! Explore non-sexual ways to serve and relate and, most importantly, do what you can to maintain relationships beyond your generation. Within the circle of other 20- or 30-somethings, it’s easy to forget how little importance the question of sexual “need” has for the very young and the very old or sick. I’m often humbled and amazed by how much good it does to be around a child whose great worry is this week’s soccer game, or to catch up with a grandparent or other senior who’s dealing with losing much of his or her health and friends. Both give you a lot of perspective, and call on parts of yourself a lover may never access. If that side of you exists, though, why not nourish and encourage it? We never know who or what we’re capable of until we become that.

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Immodesty in church?

Rhett Smith has a couple fascinating posts on his blog this week: Showing Skin at Church and Showing Skin Continued. Basically, these posts discuss the issue of dress in church and whether there should be a difference between our attire in sacred spaces and the rest of the contexts we interact in. Before you get up on any “here’s more sexism” high horse, read the posts to hear what he’s saying. Some interesting points from several people.Personally, one of the biggest things that comes to mind from reading these two posts is, once you get past the blame game and deciding who bears responsibility, how do you go about changing things?

It seems to me, part of the problem is more of a cultural/generational one. In the last couple decades, many churches seem to have adopted such a “seeker-friendly,” church-as-entertainment mindset that there’s almost no sense of reverence in our attitude and attire. How many of us who worship on a regular basis put as much time and attention toward our appearance at church as we do for a date, presentation or job interview?

I remember once talking with a relative who doesn’t normally go to church about how much we had both appreciated a visit to a more formal, traditional service. After all, we weren’t going to church because it was just like every other program or ritual available to us; we were going because it offered something unique. Just as you behave differently at a museum or a symphony, the sense of reverence that church service modeled seemed appropriate to the service.

I’m not trying to make a case for instituting a dress code or moving away from jeans-wearing … but if offices and some schools have no problem doing so, why should church be any more casual? Besides, if the challenge of dealing with immodesty is that it tends to wind up pitting one sex against the other, a move toward slightly more reverent attire asks change of all of us.

Coming back to my question of addressing the problem of overly sexy dress, then, I would make a few general recommendations.

For men troubled by revealing attire


  1. Examine your own dress habits to see if there’s anything you can do to show more honor for God in your own dress.
  2. Pray for the women of the church, that God would help them find their identity less in their bodies and sexuality, more in being God’s beloved daughters.
  3. Look at your own interactions and relationships with women to see if you’re giving more attention to their sexuality (which can happen with praise, gaze and criticism/correction) than other aspects of their personality.
For women troubled by or dealing with revealing attire

  1. Build rapport with and pray for women who seem to be dressing more provocatively before you even consider saying something about their dress. Correction and criticism are best received in the context of a loving relationship and, in fact, that very relationship may help meet the needs driving the tendency to wear revealing clothes.
  2. Examine your own dress habits to see if there’s anything you can do to show more honor for God in your own dress. I know from experience how scary it can be to dress more modestly, when you don’t feel very attractive or able to get the male attention you long for without accentuating physical assets. But in my experience, whenever I’ve tried to trust God with this, He has always honored my obedience (see chapters 2 and 12 in Sexless for more on this).
  3. If you feel that you really need to say something to another woman, do so very prayerfully and remember the admonition to correct with gentleness. If there’s ever a verse I haven’t heard preached on that needs to be, it’s probably Galatians 6:1. Remember that the goal should not be to shame another or protect your own “purity” from their impurity, but to help others grow toward becoming the people God created us to be. When correction affirmation is balanced with loving affirmation that makes clear your feedback is not an attack on the person, it has a chance of doing real good. Ultimately, though, only God can change people’s hearts and mend our broken sense of identity. In that, He probably needs our words of correction for others far less than we think, and our prayers for them far more.

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Sunday, May 04, 2008

Interview in the Chronicle

For those of you who didn’t see it, my interview with the San Francisco Chronicle’s Heidi Benson ran in the Style section today. While on the whole it’s very accurate, a couple minor clarifications are called for.
  1. Celibacy vs. chastity. I generally dislike calling myself celibate, since that implies the vow of lifelong abstention from sex taken by Catholic priests (though not by Anglicans, as one friend hastened to inform me). To be celibate technically can refer merely to the state of being unmarried or refraining from sexual relations — both of which are accurate in my case — but I prefer the broader and more specific term chaste, defined as “refraining from sexual intercourse that is regarded as contrary to morality or religion.”
  2. Literary agents. While I was indeed brushed off by the first one I spoke with, I was signed a couple months later by the marvelous Jane Dystel. Having wondered at first if it was worth trying to get an agent (when there was already some publisher interest in the book), I cannot stress enough how worthwhile it’s been to have Jane as my champion and adviser. As much as it can somewhat lengthen the process of selling a book, getting that expertise and representation is invaluable. You don’t know how much you don’t know until you have an agent.
Choices like mine can often be perceived as repression, disinterest in sex or lack of opportunity, but as I try to explain in the book, it’s none of those things in my case. Choosing to be abstinent until marriage doesn’t take sex off the table, but it certainly reduces the circumstances necessary for sex — finding someone I’d like to grow old with, and he with me — to something largely beyond my control. When you find yourself making a choice like that, it raises questions about both your identity and the character of the God who asks that of you.

As I’ve reckoned with these questions, I’ve realized that if who I am is fundamentally and principally a sexual being, then yes, I do risk living an unfulfilled life if I wind up dying a virgin. But if I who am is more than just a sexual being, my life’s fulfillment doesn’t depend on how many lovers or great sexual experiences I have (and no, I’m not naive enough to think they’ll all be fantastic).

While I do hope to someday marry — and certainly sooner rather later — I like to think the lesson I’m learning through this prolonged abstinence will actually give me a healthier, better sex life down the road. A few years ago, sex would have been the earth, moon and sky and probably several planets for me, and therefore a major letdown at some point. With this new perspective, however, I’m free to enjoy it just as what it is: a uniquely unitive, procreative way of sharing my whole self with someone — a good thing, but not an ultimate one.

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Anna on TV: Tips on having ‘the talk’

Quite a lot going on for me, lately, so unfortunately I haven’t had time to do more than short posts like this. That said, if you missed yesterday's segment on View from the Bay, you can watch the whole thing online.

If you already saw it, or don’t like watching videos online, here are my main tips for moms on talking about sex with your kids (read them before you tease, please!).
  1. Don’t let fear keep you from having a conversation. If your discomfort with the subject matter keeps you from answering your kids’ questions, they'll just get answers somewhere else — and you’ve lost that opportunity to help them create realistic expectations about sex and relationships.
  2. Schedule a monthly date night with your child, so that you’re not just giving them attention around activities such as soccer practice, or the conflicts that spring up. This not only builds your relationship (and their self-worth in the process), it also provides a safe space for talking through issues they may be struggling with.
  3. Practice critical thinking when you watch TV shows/movies with your children, by taking the time to talk through what you just watched or heard is “teaching” about sex and relationships. Remember that most of us probably learn what sex “looks” like from the media, which can lead to lots of misconceptions and unrealistic expectations.
  4. Model the sexual ethos and respect for self you want your kids to have in their own lives as adults. For all the things you could say or discourage, your example is one of the most powerful ways you teach them.
  5. When getting into sensitive topics with your kids, don’t assume the worst; ask open-ended questions that draw out what they’re actually thinking (which may not be as bad you think), or why they asked a question.
  6. Provide a safe space for your kids to honestly share their thoughts (half-baked as they may be or seem to be). You might be surprised by their answers. Teens can get caught between the experimentation of their friends and the cautiousness of their parents, and find that their views satisfy no one. By giving them room to talk about what they’re thinking and feeling, you provide a safe space for them to think through issues, role play situations, and figure out what their standards are.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Things I’m digging lately

Kumquats, tea and NPR’s fab online archive of concerts. Check out shows from Calexico, Ray LaMontagne, OK Go, Paul Simon, Wilco and more.

Meanwhile, as to this site, I have a reader question I’d like to throw out to you all first. A reader writes that she and her fairly new boyfriend (both follow Jesus) are wrestling with the ethics of their “intellectual dirty talk” — candid conversations about their struggles with certain sexual sins, that she says don’t feel very chaste in the end.

Is this a problem you’ve struggled with, or a situation you’ve faced? How does one balance accountability with not indulging an unhealthy preoccupation? I’ll try to post my own thoughts early next week, but thought I’d start by getting yours.

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Monday, August 21, 2006

Classics pt. 3: Back to the male bag

Welcome back to my summer retrospective! (And thanks, by the way, for your patience with this departure from fresh posting. Will resume such once I finish the book, at which time I will also revisit all the lovely responses to my poll. Thanks to all those who took time to answer — especially those who shared a bit more about your lives. I really did enjoy that further perspective on my readers.)

Originally posted Aug. 12, 2004

... A few new readers have stopped by with interesting questions:
In reading some of the posts off the glossary sidebar, I’ve gotten the impression that you are a single girl in NYC who is currently unemployed, not seeing anyone, and have a pretty strong Christian background. Yet you don’t appear to let yourself be rigidly bound by what I’ll call traditional religious Christianity, which can be refreshing. As you write about some of your frustrations with The Captain, Hapless Hesitater, etc., I find myself wondering, “Is she trying to find Mr Right and get married, or is she seeking just a dating relationship? Is she a virgin and is determined to be celibate until she gets married?” And so on.

Best wishes,
A Curious Reader
Dear Curious:

According to a guy I spoke with last night, “biology is the only truth” and therefore the dominating urge/issue/purpose in life is to pass on one’s genes (funny, I always thought you could do that through the Good Will pickups...). Therefore, his answer would be that I’m really bent on having babies. Lots of ‘em.

While I did once aspire to bear 10 children ... naturally ... today I’m inclined to chalk that up to some weird childhood combination of a) strong-but-latent libido, b) ignorance about the pain in labor, and c) fascination with even numbers — if not fertility drugs.

But I guess that doesn’t really answer the Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now question. Which is really a question of pseudo-commitment or ... commitment. I seriously doubt that most people (at least, most romantic people) go into relationships actually hoping for eventual breakup and dissolution. If and when you’re getting involved with someone you really like, isn’t there some sort of unspoken hope it actually works out? Not that you necessarily want to have to make a commitment to that at some point, but you hope it magically never gets old, or you imagine there’s something better, so that at the end of your life you’re still with that person and it’s comfortable and you’re settled and happy.

We go in prepared for disappointment and pain, but I would guess most people hope for a good long run of the state somewhere between the exciting beginning and comfortable middle of a relationship. However many of us may balk at committing to something (and someone) going forward, I’m sure far fewer of would mind looking backward and discovering we committed to something good without expecting to do so. We wouldn’t so easily settle into the pseudo-commitment of most relationships unless deep down we secretly hunger for a risk-free version of the pleasures of commitment.

It’s like the conversations I often had during grad school with a good friend of mine. On a typical night, we’d meet up at the local 24-hour diner to down endless cups of coffee (mine probably decaf, and chased by 2 glasses of water). Eventually we’d call it quits, and climb into the old-school cab of a truck she called Bessie. A turn of the key, and it would rattle to life (except for the one night when it didn’t and her dad had to come and rescue us). Five minutes later we’d pull into the parking lot of my apartment building and idle over the speed bump extending from the walkway to my building. Ostensibly, this was the scene of a 30-second goodbye wherein I gathered my things from the books, papers, lotion bottles and coffee cups she always had strewn across the floor, and opened the creaky door to jump down.

But somehow by this point, despite the many hours of chit-chat already passed, the dark and spacious enclosure of the truck cab encourages an intimacy not possible under the bright lights and silent music videos of the smoky diner. Invariably we launched into a conversation that would last 10, 15, 30 minutes or more. But did we acknowledge we still had things to talk about? That we weren’t prepared to call it a night?

In short, did we park the car, shut off the engine, and maybe even take the talk upstairs?

No. Never.

The conversation had a life of its own that both of us fed on and encouraged, but its length was always uncertain. Thus we could never admit we planned or wanted to say more than perfunctory goodbyes. The idling truck provided the safe space of the temporary while sustaining the intensity of the parting. Because we didn’t know how much there was to say, killing the engine or going upstairs might be presumptuous; we might exert all the effort to do so only to discover the moment was gone and there was no speech to justify such an action.

So … we stayed, while the gas underwent its quiet chemistry, and the “unmarked” car of the security service sometimes crept past suspiciously.

It seems like a lot of relationships have that quality: people find something that’s comfortable and stimulating in the immediate, but don’t know how strong or fragile the bond is; any kind of change seems to threaten it, so you accommodate your life and expectations to stretching the moment as long as possible.

In dating, at least, I don’t want that kind of anxiety (clearly I don’t mind when it comes to conversation). After years of driving myself crazy with intensity of desire and an inability to satisfy it, I’ve decided people are basically like post-it notes or sticky-tape. We were made with a keen stickiness so that when two pieces adhere, they bond tightly. But, like tape, sometimes that bonding can be messy: the pieces aren’t aligned right, or you somehow get weird wrinkles in it. Pulling the tape apart just makes things worse, or at least reduces the stickiness. Re-stick the tape enough times, and it doesn’t stay stuck to much at all. So … because I want to bond as long and closely as possible, I keep stopping short of actually sticking to someone. Sure, my inner desire to stick to someone else makes me crazy, but I just try to remind myself that I’m waiting till the pieces are aligned right (in which I mean no allusion to some sort of fate or alignment of the stars ;)) and I can stick with full abandon.

Did that answer your question? ;) I guess I’ll save my thoughts on opportunity-cost and fear of commitment for another day …

-AB

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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

In the thick of a pickle, pt. 1

Back when I was in grad school, about ... oh ... five years ago (!!!), one professor had a simple but basic mantra: “Finish. Just finish.” At the time, I didn’t quite get what all the fuss was about — didn’t most folks who started graduate programs complete them? Then I had to defend my thesis proposal and for the first time as a student had my intellectual clock cleaned. I came out of that session shocked and battered, suddenly daunted by the task that lay before me — and how closely my committee planned to scrutinize. This was, of course, a good thing. But it also tested my mettle and follow-through in ways I didn’t expect.

Though the actual thesis defense months later was less painful, the changes asked for were substantial enough I had to delay graduation by three month. At first I felt like I had failed. But that, perhaps, was where the real test occurred: would I overcome this fear and self-pity so as to persevere to the finish line, or would I succomb to doubt and procrastination?

By God’s grace I made through, but in the years since facing that setback, I’ve realized how apt my professor’s words were. Long-term endurance is hard, and possibly nothing tests that exactly the same way writing, marriage and parenting do. I grieve for friends who have gotten stuck on their thesis or dissertation then quietly drifted away to other things. Not that forsaking a project run amok is always bad, but I don’t think it’s knowing when to give up that plagues this culture, it’s knowing how to persist to the end. If you’ve ever been stuck in a quandary like that, here’s how I suggest you might think it through.

Which question is the right one?
Whenever things get rough, our first thought is probably whether or not we should quit or go on. But that depends on the reason things have gotten rough. In the first mile of running, your body is usually grumpy at moving — but once you get past that initial hump things even out. If, however, you haven’t run in a while and you choose the steeper of two possible routes to travel, if might be advised to turn back and take the more level path, depending on how poor or good your health is. In the one case, the roughness is just a part of life, a part of how your body operates. In the other it’s more a case of particular circumstances — your present health, and the incline of the course.

My first job in the city grew fairly miserable after a few weeks of gloating that work didn’t start till 10 or later, and how I could make endless espressos on-site. Circumstance or part of life? In that case it was both. The workplace was notorious for a fairly high rate of turnover, and the boss had quirks including a tacit discouragement of lunching outside the office. There also was no health insurance, smoking in the office and other things clearly not the norm, much less the law, for a job of that sort. Exiting such a workplace made good sense.

Departing, however, could not address the underlying restlessness that had more to do with trying to find my place in the city, figuring out my vocational “calling” and where I could use my talents. As I’ve written previously, there’s a season of paying your dues that almost nobody gets around. And if you do, it catches up to you later when you face challenges you don’t quite have the wisdom or experience to face. Writing first my thesis and now my book are projects that challenge me not because I should abandon them but just because perseverance is hard work. My “office” is littered with knitting projects and papers right now because I’m good at starting things, much worse at getting them done.

So since I will complete this mini-series next week, think about the relationship, struggle or project that’s currently bugging you. To what part is your frustration due to the cause itself, and to what degree is it you or just how life goes? Is this a chance to learn character and discipline, or a signal it’s time for a change?

Coming next Monday, my thoughts on when to bail and when to persevere. Don’t forget to respond to my poll, please, please, please!!! :)

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Monday, May 08, 2006

The good, the cads, the chastened

In the other news from this weekend, a reader wrote with a question that coulda been torn from my journals two years ago.
Hey Anna,

Do you date men that aren’t believers or nominally so? The trend here lately has been that I’ve met men that are are nominal believers sort of picking and choosing what they believe and don’t want to believe. My biggest problem is that the Christian men that I do know...who are supposedly committed Christians are so freaking boring...yawn and totally not “real.” Once more, they don’t have the cahoonas to pursue a woman like a man. I’m not making a blanket statement here. But that’s been my experience at least lately.

[...] Am I destined to meet boring Christian, wimpy men? [...] I just can’t seem to meet a Christian SINGLE man who has balls and a little grit. The last Christian Christiangton I was contemplating going out with, said to me, because of my somewhat salty sense of humor and mouth [...] “Are you really sure you want a relationship that has Christ as the foundation?” That bothered me a lot. [...] And hell, I’m not so sure he’d know what to do with me and my passion if we ever did get married. I don’t think he could handle me. All I can picture is him expecting me to wear pretty dresses and white shoes to church...like that woman on Everybody Loves Raymond. Amy’s mother. The sweet, mousey Christian woman. Icky...
Yeah, I’m fairly anti-flower dress myself. But first off, do I date freaked-by-Jesus men now? No. Did I used to? Oh, yeah. Not that it was a good thing, mind you, but at the time I thought what little attention such men gave me (before moving on in search of someone more like-minded sexually) was as good as I could get. Clearly God could not be trusted to meet my needs when it came to romance. Since those secular men were pretty much all I ever dated, I can’t say I’ve had the experience you have, of dating supposedly Christian men with values much like every other guy’s.

For which I blamed them, of course: those wimpy, self-righteous, cowardly Jesus-freak men who almost never asked me out. I had plenty of reasons why, even if they had pursued me, they never would have been good enough. That I might not be good enough for them didn’t cross my mind. But one day a long-ago crush stopped by the blog, to read for more than one or two days. I probably should have wondered why he put up with my salty mouth and sadly broken view of sex, but I was more impressed with the way he stuck around this time. Unheard of! And other than his tolerance for my titillating talk, I saw much to admire in him. Here was finally a man I could respect, whose passion for serving God revived a long-dormant hope perhaps my longings for a godly man weren’t a curse after all. And something made me hopeful he’d be harder to scare away than all the other Jesus freak men had proven.

Then, a month into my giddiness, he blogged about what was wrong with all the women he met. None of which applied to me ... so what kept him from liking me? Well, I should say, none of his main points applied to me, but one disturbingly frequent comment mentioned how unattractive swearing made a woman to him. Then and there, I resolved to cut all profanity from my blogging — at least for the most part. But though this was a superficial fix bent mostly on bettering my chances with him (which tanked, despite my clean-up program and his occasional willingness to curse), his post raised a bigger issue. I’d always assumed the problem was with men — that they were more broken, sinful and flawed than me. But suddenly a man whose zeal for God caught my attention more than his sin had shown me a rather disturbing reflection of my own sin.

For the first time I had to consider if the sort of man I claimed I really wanted would be drawn to the uncouth, defiant woman I was becoming. Which wasn’t just an issue of a blog-persona makeover or a change in certain habits. It was a question of character. What I’ve realized in the nearly two years since then is that while the Christian men I disdained were full of faults — usually on the conservative end of the spectrum — I had just as much sin. Sure, maybe I could fault them for being self-righteousness and even legalistic. But in my excesses I did no better at living the self-sacrificial life Paul says defines the Christian who understands both God’s grace and His holiness.

Sure, I’m still single, but maybe I was less ready for love and marriage than I thought. And since I’ve allowed God to work on my character, I’ve also come to see that those things are less essential to living a fulfilled life than I once thought.

I think you see where this is going and no, I probably wouldn’t have liked this advice any better than you when I was in my “Christian men are lame-o, boring hypocrites” phase. We can never know enough to reasonably claim God’s making “mistakes” in our lives by not providing as we think He should. Nor are His gifts in any way based on our worthiness or obedience. However, I’m learning it’s far more fruitful to spend my singleness learning how I can better serve God than griping about why good-enough men don’t exist. They do. But instead of focusing on why others don’t meet our standards, I think it’s time we remembered how much we all fall short of the only standard that really matters — God’s — and humbly focus more on living to please that ultimate Beloved. Perhaps as we do so, we’ll find in time that the humble fellow servant at our side is looking better all the time and strangely thinks the same of us. But that part’s really in God’s hands; the only part we can change is ourselves.

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Friday, February 10, 2006

When geometry bedevils

A reader writes, in search of advice on those classic romantic dilemmas: friendship and triangles. The email was a bit long, so I’ll try to summarize:
Friend likes Guy. Reader meets Guy through Friend. Now Reader likes Guy. Reader tells Friend, promises to do nothing about it. Friend freaks out, tries to end Reader-Guy relations. Reader backs off, Guy pursues friendship. Reader and Friend barely speak, Reader and Guy speak more often than Friend and Guy. What to do?!!
Well, dahling, it’s a pickle, fo’ sho’. You can’t change your friend’s neuroses, you don’t really want to submit to her every wish ... and you can’t make the guy like you. In fact, I would go so far as to say you can’t — or shouldn’t — push him for more than what he’s giving you. I hear from, er, my sources (coughs delicately and fans self briefly) ... that such things rarely go well.

More than anything, that’s probably driving most of your frustration in this situation — what feels like an almost total lack of control. So what can you change or control? As you noted, you briefly tried to change your behavior — to something that wasn’t you, wasn’t very natural. You felt like a fraud, and the guy just got puzzled looks on his face more often, then kept on calling you, “friendly-like.” (Does Anna Broadway believe men ever want friendship? Hmph!) No luck there.

You might think he wants more — might hope he does — but he just seems to be the passive type. Lord knows you wouldn’t want to scare him off by turning aggressive female — becoming a woman who knows what she wants!! ... Well, at least I never did. Because what is always the thing you fear most, in a fix like this? It’s losing the guy! And it seems like any sort of honesty is bound to send him charging off the playground as if he’s just discovered cooties thanks to you ... unless he figures out he likes you first (but they rarely do that).

So, really, it’s by your own choice you stay trapped with the guy. You don’t like the fragility of the relationship, but partial truth seems to be the only way you can have any kind of contact with him. Even if you sometimes feel a bit led on by his pursuit of you — oops, friendship with you. Love isn’t like law; you can’t present him with a list of his relational indiscretions and find him guilty of liking you. Then where’s all that mystery? That thrill of pursuit we secretly long to experience? As much as we may dislike it, things tend to work better when we cede some control to the man. But there’s a difference between doing that in an unhealthy way, and one that liberates. You can’t force any admissions from him, and badgering for his intent is quite unlikely to succeed. But you can make an admission of your own.

Telling him you have more than friendly feelings is horribly galling for one’s pride — no question there. (In fact, to diminish some of the shame, I recommend finding roundabout but otherwise clear ways of couching it. It helps if you’ve somehow established a code word or phrase for liking [say, “nuts,” for instance] that you can simply use to describe your own sad state. Or if you’ve bigger balls than mine, just simply say, “I like you. You should know that.”) But however you do it, tell him.

He may not acknowledge his role in your feelings — say, in wielding good genes to his own advantage — but he now is responsible for what his actions are doing to you. To keep on calling, when he knows you like him, is either cruelly selfish (and proof to you both that he’s been using you all along) ... or an indication he’s willing to mix your friendship with romance. Either way, you’re free, things are out in the open, and you can be honest not just in the way you act, but what you say or don’t say to him.

Personally, I’ve seen such talks go two ways. When (now-former) Roommate did this, the guy at first just said he saw many admirable things about her, but didn’t want more than friendship. But he kept seeking her out to do stuff. Eventually it became clear he did, in fact, like her. Now they’re dating.

When I came clean, things were a little messier, and didn’t turn out exactly as I hoped. But ultimately I think I’m more healed of deeper issues than I would have been any other way. Sometimes it takes further pain for the larger problem to be resolved. Think about if you’ve ever broken a bone, for instance. That probably hurt pretty bad, right? The only thing you wanted was probably to have the pain end. But depending on how the break occurred, it might require surgery — new pain on top of old. In the short term (and especially if you’re too young to know what surgery does), this seems like the worst thing possible. But actually it’s the best.

Let me put it another way. Last night I had an epiphany about a painful season nearly seven years ago. I’d had a difficult year in which my friendships disappointed, things with the Winner went quite well then suddenly tanked, and my much-beloved younger-brother roommate decided to move after one year together. At the end of this, I headed up north to Berkeley for a summer that only compounded my pain and confusion — I fell once again, that crush tanked even sooner, and things with God got bad. When I headed home at the end of summer, I just wanted things to get better. Instead they got worse. So bad, in fact, it made the woes of ’99 look pretty mild.

Not until last night did I finally start to realize how essential that was. I believed in a God who didn’t really exist as I thought He did — but I needed to learn the difference. That took the destruction of the badly skewed picture I’d made. And I had a tendency to escape pain — by numbing the grief of this broken world through pining and dancing and shopping. So of course my crisis couldn’t just end with Berkeley — if it had, it would have been simply meaningless loss that taught me nothing and made no difference in my sinful way of living. But God was actively working on me, so He didn’t step in to stop things. Instead He let the pain continue — even increase — until it began to smelt away some of my sin and immaturity.

To see that now, how could I presume that things working out with some boy would truly be in my best interest? It comes down to a question of your commitments and what you trust in — if you want friendship more than honesty, if you trust your wisdom more than God’s. Either way, the best way you can fix things with your friend is to work on what you’ve not been willing to fix with the guy. Once you do what it’s in your power to change, I think you’ll start to see this mess resolve a little.

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Friday, November 25, 2005

On sumptuous repasts, and fasts

Back from the holiday break at last. For this week unofficially devoted to all-out indulgence, it seems apt to tackle a reader question regarding a sort of fast:
For the first time in my life I’ve met a man who has turned this proverbial table on me by holding off on sex until he is ready to have it. He could be doing this/saying this for a number of reasons but ultimately I believe he is doing it to keep things less complicated while we get to know each other. I realize you aren’t an advice columnist, though you probably get hit up for it all the time, but sounding boards are good. I do agree with him but am also at a loss for how else to express my “primal” desires for him. Because, for me, it’s a way of expressing more than friendship and it’s sort of an offer of future possibility. Being sexual can be very beautiful and sacred and safe outside of marriage. The frustration that’s coming with lack thereof is difficult to deal with. It’s new for me and while I am willing to experience it for this guy but I just don’t know of he’s worth it and how honest he is being with me.

-Reluctantly Sexless
Dear Reluctant:
We both know I can’t really try to answer this from experience (of my own, anyway), so let me respond from the opposite (bolstered with things I’ve heard from friends). But first off, let me congratulate you for digging up maybe the only man in town who’s neither a Jesus freak (I presume) nor bent on sex as condition of dating. Lord knows, I tried to find such men but always failed.

I realize there are some who think it’s practically a crime to not have sex before marriage, but I’ve known several people who chose temporary abstinence for reasons like those your man cites. One of those was Guy Friend #1. When I first met him, sex was just a thing he expected relationships to have though he was over 30 and vaguely aware he’d like to marry sometime in the nearish future. Then things in his life started to change, church mattered more to him, and he met a girl with whom sex just wasn’t an option.

At first it wasn’t conceivable to him — a relationship in which nothing could be conceived besides, well, friendship, kisses and a gradually shared life. He’s still not sure if she’s the one he’ll marry, but they’ve been dating — and abstaining — about two years now. For what they’ve “lost,” he has gained much in clarity. Without the sex to keep them sated and careless, it’s been hard to wander aimlessly through relationship, and easier to reckon with those questions of a future (like, should there be one?). Without the sex, she’s more than disposable girlfriend tossed aside when things get sticky or he bored.

While it’s hard to say just where your man is at, I think you’ve got yourself a winner — or if he’s not a winner, the chance to tell that sooner than you would if sex was involved. Every relationship, if it lasts that long, becomes much more than just the fireworks in bed. Too many people go on just that first display, expecting a life together will be just as exciting and dramatic. Then when the smoke inevitably clears, they can be devastated the stuff that’s left behind is not the fizzle and dynamite they’ve come to expect. By letting you see the stuff behind the smoke before you launch the Roman candles and light the sparklers, I’d say this guy is being more honest with you, not less.

And it gives you a chance to be more honest yourself. Do you have more than “primal desires” for him? If that is all you’ve got, and that would be the basis of relationship, what do you do when those desires take a vacation (which they will)? I doubt you’ll lose your sexual desire even if it’s put on hold, but waiting gives you a chance to cultivate other desires — like those for his companionship, his laughter, his opinion — that will carry you through the fits and bursts of libido.

Waiting (for now) also gives you a chance to better figure out what’s really in your best interest. We women have a tendency to lose our minds in love — and often we quite like it that way. Recently I’ve been getting over a major, yearlong crush. Now the dust is settling some, I realize most of what made him so exciting wasn’t him at all, but me. I know we like to act as if attraction is a simple response to stimuli — a frame of mind or thesis that results from certain data. But really, the way we often respond to that data isn’t so much a consequence of the stimuli, but our overall assumption going into it (No matter what, I’m going to find him attractive). Losing my mind for this guy was not due to something so intrinsically exciting in him (something I couldn’t find in other guys), but my desire to lose my mind, period. We women like that crazy feeling so much we’ll often do almost anything to get it.

The real question is not, Are you crazy for him? but Does he make sense to head and heart alike? I reckon that, without the sex, it will be easier answering that second question. No matter who you marry — if you marry — you always get your mind back eventually. Wouldn’t you rather have a man your mind is fine with than one only your heart approved?

As for expressing what you feel for him, while sex may be the easiest way to do that, this could be a chance to learn to give (and receive) in other ways. Think about this limit as a chance to creatively explore other expressions of your affection for him — and whether you even have affection to begin with. If sex is truly as sacred as you say, waiting for it won’t decrease its value but increase it. Hang in there. I think this peculiar challenge may bring good things for both you and he, no matter how long it lasts or where you end up as a couple.

And finally ...

Obligatory contest reminder. Readers who are still stumped may find some clues here. Just five days left! Be sure to get your answers in by midnight PST next Wednesday. Good luck!

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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Reader Forum

The Sexless Q&A archives. Updated 5/2006.

The good, the cads, the chastened | 5.9.2006
Do good men really exist? Anna tries to talk a female reader down from cynicism by describing her own change in outlook.

If he, should you, could you? | 4.1.2006
A reader wonders whether a man who’d probably dislike her standards is worth compromising for ... if he ever gets it together enough to ask her out.

When geometry bedevils | 2.10.2006
What do you do when you like the same guy as your friend does, but he seems to like you more? Anna advises a female reader on friendship, love and patience.

In search of the cool | 1.30.2006
Where do all the groovier chicks hang out? A reader asks where else, besides bars, to meet girls.

On Sumptuous repasts, and fasts | 11.25.2005
A reader wonders what to do when her boyfriend doesn’t want to have sex.

Restraining the pain a gain? | 10.5.2005
Safer Alone debates the wisdom of stifling his loneliness when picking up chicks goes awry.

nightBlogging: the dating advice episode | 9.1.2005
Still Waiting asks for help deciphering a younger, long-distance love interest’s response to him.

When seeing is deceiving | 8.29.2005
A married reader seeks counsel on his wayward heart.

How far will mar | 8.26.2005
The Broadway view on walking or not walking the “purity” line.

One to daydream, two to disclose | 8.24.2005
Suppose you happen to be in relationship ... Almost Bored asks how much is too much, when, as information exchange goes.

Sexual balance, pt. 3: Romantic caution | 8.9.2005
The reason fireworks sometimes require a license; readers suspect Anna verges on an arranged-marriage view of relationships.

Sexual balance, pt. 2: Sensual healing | 8.5.2005
Patience may teach you to savor the prickle of grass beneath bare feet ... and other lessons from abstinence (a continued response to Sincerely Curious).

Sexual balance | 8.3.2005
Doesn’t leaving out sexuality result in relational dysfunction? Anna defends the virtue of patience.

Loving the distance? | 8.1.2005
The perils and perks of love that pays in frequent-flyer miles.

More sexonomics | 7.29.2005
Anna defends her claim that abstinence is a harder sell to freaked-by-Jesus suitors.

Batty on a hot twin bed | 7.27.2005
Anna finds better fantasies than sex and ponders why the slightly freaked-by-Jesus might choose to abstain from sex.

That mysterious man who poo-poohed you | 7.15.2005
Still Waiting demands to know more of Anna’s mysterious “love-life counsel.”

Reader marathon, pt. 2 | 7.1.2005
Only moderately militant, or deeply perverted? Readers grill Anna on the Rolling Stone article.

A reader-letter marathon | 6.27.2005
Masturbation, the virgin army ... and why there aren’t more New York women like herself: a flurry of reader queries.

Bothered? Kinda hot | 6.23.2005
A reader chides Anna for basing her identity on abs(tin)ence.

Love that’s out of reach, pt. 2 | 4.14.2005
Anna dishes from experience: the pain of getting over Married Man without bitterness.

Love that’s out of reach | 4.13.2005
Paid to Pine laments his crush on an unavailable office mate, and wonders why he can’t accept this awkward, frustrating friendship.

The sweat test: why it ain’t all the pits | 9.13.2004
The Politician emails, and readers offer poetry, repeat offers. Anna assesses how their e-dating strategies stack up against the Sexless September BOTtoM.

The age dilemma | 8.26.2004
Anna offers tips on tackling a Sexless addiction.

Where the love is | 8.21.2004
Anna consoles San Francisco readers a visit might be in the offing, and encourages a reader to start promoting Sexless on bathroom walls in upscale hotels.

Why all ‘threesomes’ are not equal | 8.13.2004
Do men from the side column know they’re being blogged? We-ell, most of the time, no.

Back to the male bag | 8.12.2004
Anna skirts a reader question as to why she can’t get laid and clears up the front-view, back-view confusion over her pic (that “yummy arse” is really full frontal).

Celibates wear orange | 7.28.2004
Mentioning the Muslim lady who watched her strip provokes weird reader mail. Anna worries she may start attracting randy would-be terrorists.

Gettin’ quippy wit it | 7.23.2004
Looney Tune’s would-be dates write back. And he replies. Anna reports on the email train wreck.

The spam approach to pick-up emails | 7.22.2004
A reader emails Anna ... along with eight other women from Craigslist.

Stop or he’ll go blind! | 7.21.2004
Too much o’ the pink threatens a reader’s eyesight.

Anna responds to readers | 7.20.2004
A middle-aged Buddhist artist is horrified to find a woman half his age so solipsistic. Another reader asks for e-dating email advice and how to buy cologne.

By-the-Buy
I Can't Believe I'm Buying This Book: A Commonsense Guide to Successful Internet Dating
I Can’t Believe I'm Buying This Book

A Commonsense Guide to Successful Internet Dating
The Paradox of Choice: Why More is Less
The Paradox of Choice

Why More is Less

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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

nightBlogging: the dating advice episode

Updated, 2:02 p.m.

Later this week I hope to work in a bit of the trademark wackiness (reports on my allegedly “Hassidic Christian” chaperoned-by-parentals double date, perhaps? Or maybe the latest in neighbor-sex habits ...). But meanwhile, another reader question.
Dear Anna,
I’ve recently been consorting quite happily with a girl 10 years younger than me that I met while working as a waiter and I turned her entire table onto my website. Her and her best friend both went to my site, left comments, joined my myspace friends list, and gave me their im names, in a matter of like 2 days. So I spent the next few nights talking to young love on im till 3 in the morning for like a week straight. Then I took her to church with me 2 weeks in a row, 2 starbucks visits, and one lunch date before she went back to school in Nashville. She’s quite Christian, very ironic, and seems to see the world through a similar prism as I do. My only other relationship was a long distance one a long time ago, so since then I’ve always tried to figure out how to “get it right” so to speak. I’m just so afraid of screwing this up somehow. I fear if I wait too long to tell her I like her she’ll find someone else and start telling me about him , and I would hate that. And of course if I tell her I like her, then she might get scared and start thinking about the reality of the situation like how she has 2 years of school left and is in a state very far from here. and oh yeah like how I’m 10 years older than she is, and I have to limit my conversations about things to 1998 till now. Anna please help. Is it too soon to work the best friend angle? I really think I have something good going on here and I want it to develop gradually, but at the same time I’m really scared. What do you think I should do?

sincerely,
Still Waiting
Well, dahling, first of all we need to untangle the many issues imbedded in this email. So far I make out about five:
  1. age-difference
  2. long-distance
  3. strategic use of best-friend alliances
  4. speed of relationship
  5. Young Love’s knowledge of your affections
Knowledge of affections. Let’s start with the last, since it may prove the most critical to your suit (forgive me if I slip into a distinct drawl here). Given the scenario you have described, it is extremely unlikely Young Love interprets your behavior as mere “friendliness.” I know, you tried to be low-key, but guess what? Women basically interpret any male action that involves us to be motivated by interest. I mean, men on the street look at us based on interest. Why else would you talk to us/IM/hang out with us one-on-one/take us to your church? Clearly you’re sizing up the potential of our conveniently childbearing hips for birthing your babies. With the possible secondary agenda of trying to guess how good or bad we’ll look in 20 years. It’s not like you’re looking for a girl friend or something!! (Slaps knee several times.)

OK, well maybe I exaggerate. I concede some male-female friendships have been known to exist. But as a general surmise, Young Love probably not only thinks you like her, she may be already referring to that string of innocent encounters as a “relationship” — if not “dating.” For reals, as we used to say (I think she’d still get that jargon). And that bring us to issue #1 ...

Age difference. As long as you’re fine with it, I’m not convinced this is the worst of your troubles. Older men have long had a certain mystique to women — particularly when she’s her age and you’re yours. Somehow, most women have a hard time talking with guys their own age. In fact, it’s only recently I’ve even remotely considered in a romantic sense men less than 6-7 years older than me.

The one caveat here is that men close to 30 — such as you — can be in a vastly different place than young women just coming out of their teens. Guy Friend #1, for instance, is dating a woman about 8 years his junior. From what I can tell, he’s considered marriage more seriously in this relationships than any he’s had previously. But while he’s getting closer to a point where he’d finally like to settle down, his girlfriend has tended to still be more in the young, swingin’ single girl stage — which I didn’t leave until about 26. On the other hand, though, I tend to think women stay longer in this carefree, don’t-tie-me-down stage when we’re living in urban areas (perhaps a way of coping with the equally delayed marrying age of most of the eligible men; everyone here tells me I’m quite “young” to be afeared of a spinster’s fate at merely 27).

Plenty of girls I know back in Arizona and the midwest settled down right after college. Depends on where your girl is at — assuming it gets that far. But we’ll get to speed-of-courtship in a minute. After all, even a speedy car would be hard put to make quick work of the drive from your town to hers, am I right?

Long distance. This doesn’t have to be a deal-breaker in my book, but it may test your ability to write romantic love letters. No? Well then, the real challenge may be trying to maintain some semblance of reality apart from the already-existent use of electronic communication. IM and email can be great, but as Harvard Lickwit very wittily put it while oozing charm to my parents ... “Don’t write when you can speak; don’t speak when you can nod; don’t nod when you can wink.” (And dahling, if you’re reading this: utterly brilliant, as always.) So try to balance it out a little. The great thing is, if both of you are comfortable pursuing a long-distance relationship, the pacing of such may work well in terms of her finishing up school. The real question is whether a 29-year-old such as yourself can handle seeing your woman so infrequently for two years. Mayhap you’ll want to get to know the story of Jacob well ...

Best-friend alliances. Since we’ve already covered the likelihood Young Love guesses at your affections, I’m not sure how necessary leaning on her gal-pal will be. Unless you’re reluctant to make explicit your feelings without knowing how she feels in return. If such attention to your website and blog have been shown thus far, though, she’s probably not (yet) thinking in terms of restraining orders. Which brings us at last to:

Speed-of-relationship. You’re wise to think in terms of taking it slow. No sense putting the playlist before the iPod ... or something like that. ;) If you’ve already imagined the entire relationship in your head — from giddy beginning to miserable end — you’ve likely fallen into the trap that was John Cusack’s wake-up call in High Fidelity. If you haven’t, congratulate yourself on still possessing some shreds of sanity. Weave those into a nice fall coat and wear it the next time you see her. When you should initiate a ... (duh, duh, DUNH) ... define-the-relationship talk. Or whatever it needs to be. The terms aren’t important, but you do want to clarify — explicitly — what your intentions are, where you’d like this to go, and what she thinks of your yet-unvocalized imaginings. But you sound like a comely chap; I imagine you know how this goes. So get with it while you have the chance! And if she’s already departed (and if you’re still pining), for God’s sake, call her, man! It’s a wonder she hasn’t put “Call Me” as her MySpace theme song.

Yes, really. I hear 80s music is hip these days (though God knows why); she may actually know who Blondie is. ;)

Good luck ...

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Monday, August 29, 2005

When seeing is deceiving

Dahlings, continuing last week’s examination of love-life challenges encountered in a relationship, today I address a married reader’s query:
while I am happily married, I also do find that I am easily attracted to many of the opposite gender. i’ve not acted on any of that, and believe it wrong to. while temptations and feelings are just a part of life, i’m wondering if u can think out loud w/ me on a few things. what have u found helpful to manage feelings of attraction (besides a cold shower)? where do u draw the line btwn flirting and impropriety? is it ever safe to talk about feelings of this kind (attraction, romatic sparks) w/out jeopardizng relationships?

-Easily Attracted
Dear Easily Attracted:
First off, I commend your honesty. If you are this candid with your wife about such struggles, there seems to be a good chance you will remain “happily married” a long time. In keeping with my suggestion to Almost Bored, however, I do think it’s important to be careful about the attitude in which you share this with your wife. Hopefully you have already done this, but think through how your honesty can be a means of drawing you two closer together as a couple, and dealing with issues and friction between you. If you are committed to your marriage, but find that you might use disclosure to hurt your wife and increase the distance between you, take a serious look at why you consciously or subconsciously desire to hurt her. Bottom line: honesty is crucial, as long as “truth” is wielded and disclosed for the sake of unity and intimacy, not harm and a grab for power.

As to the substance of your question, I’m tempted to quote my father, who has often remarked, “my body doesn’t know I’m married.” Depending on your integrity and commitment to marriage, that’s probably just as vexsome and grievous to you as it is to him. For it means commitment to your marriage will require a fair degree of ongoing self-control. Given how often human desires are practically worshiped as some sort of internal psychic (the goal being to eliminate whatever background noise prevents us from accurately interpreting said cravings/needs/appetites), self-control might seem repulsive and oppressive.

But surely we all have some positive experience base of mastering our bodies to good and healthy results. Good posture doesn’t come as naturally as slouching may, but the simple discipline of holding in one’s gut pays off in reduced injury and better quality of life in the latter years. (I’m sure a chiropractor or doctor could more fully expound on the virtues of erect carriage.) Likewise, a person who desires optimal health learns to avoid overeating. As part of this, he or she learns to stop eating before the body registers a feeling of fullness. The body has various protective mechanisms in place to prevent us from egregious abuse, but we have to work with those mechanisms and respect the time involved to experience their benefit. That takes self-control and a degree of self-knowledge. You learn to know the reliability and limits of what your body, your needs, your desires can and cannot tell you.

As you seem to recognize, the ease with which you are attracted to others beside your wife does not necessarily mean anything is wrong with your marriage. That’s key. But also crucial to safeguarding the perpetuation of your current happiness is keeping in mind the end goal. Friday I talked about how I have come to avoid activities that would lead inexorably to orgasm. If your goal is to maintain a happy marriage and to avoid ever falling into a full-blown sexual affair, it’s not enough to ask where the line is “between flirting and impropriety.” Every other woman might as well be like a sister, mother or daughter or to you. Surely you would never flirt with any of them, would you?

Even flirting involves a degree of sexual energy. Don’t we all know this? It’s why so many guy-girl “friendships” have a tendency to fizzle into nothing once one or the other gets into a relationship. The now-dating person no longer needs the friend as an outlet for sexual energy, so if that’s all that was binding them together, nothing will remain. Likewise, the more that the so-called friendship was defined by a fair degree of unacknowledged, sublimated sexual tension, the more likely to produce jealousy on the part of the new partner — further reason for contact to die out between the one-time “friends.” Be very careful how you conduct interactions with other women. Just as a marriage can collapse under the pressure of meeting all your relational and emotional needs, it can be damaged by draining the cup of sexual energy only your wife should be allowed to drink from.

Now I realize, at this point, you may be inclined to say, “But Anna, what about my desires? I want to deal with them honestly!” While I agree with that in part, lately I’ve been thinking a lot about envy versus gratitude. For a long time I didn’t think I had issues with envy, which I considered akin to coveting — jealousy for someone else’s impersonal goods or status. But more and more I think envy is just the desire for things you don’t have — the very engine of our capitalistic system. Desire, that is, which lacks the ballast of deep gratitude for all one has.

Think of this something like living in a high-rise apartment building. It’s very spacious and comfortable, fitted out with another number of adequate amenities. But I see this lovely, abandoned shirt hanging out on the neighboring fire escape of a vacant apartment. And by God, I really want that shirt! Reaching out to try to get it is not so bad in and of itself, provided there’s enough holding me back into the apartment where I live. But as that desire hardens into envy — as I become convinced I must have that shirt in order to be happy — I become reckless. I may reach so far out of the apartment window that the gravitational ballast of gratitude and common sense cannot hold me back from exiting the window. I may come closer to the shirt but possibly lose in the process all the good things I had.

Certainly there are times it’s worth taking risks and giving up what you have for an uncertain reward. To some extent my move to New York was like that. But if you want to stay in this marriage, it would be better served by focusing on all it provides that you can be truly thankful for. The more you focus on gratitude, and dealing with the real issues even any healthy marriage will have, the more I think you will find the desires which threaten your marriage losing their strength to pull at you. They will never totally leave you alone, but whether or not you let them master you has much to do with your focus: is it what you have, or what you lack?

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Friday, August 26, 2005

How far will mar?

Apologies for my delay today, dahlings. Now that I’m nearly a bonafide, full-time freelancer, I seem to have slipped into that West Coast time-zone operation again. Which is appropriate, given the location of my main client. Unfortunately, though, this “home office” business hasn’t been without its headaches. :( Don’t talk to me about faxing right now ... or cell-phone signal ... or monitor backlighting ... or unrequited love (phew! That’s got us back on topic now).

Indeed, as promised, today’s post will continue with questions concerning those in relationships of some sort.
I read the piece on you and others in Rolling Stone and one of the fellas interviewed was asked if every sex act is off limits. Your thoughts on this?

-Amanda
Dear Amanda:
First of all, it depends on why limits are imposed, and by whom. For instance, as I learned in a very informative article this morning, oral sex is still technically “off-limit” in Singapore. Even more liberal governments usually restrict sex to consensual acts between adults. Motives for such laws range between protecting the welfare of a state’s citizenry to, well, perhaps a desire to control what are perceived as otherwise dangerous passions (presumably, to the interests of the state more than the practitioners of oral sex themselves).

Religious institutions are another common source of limits, obviously, and motive can cover a similar spectrum from practitioner’s well-being to authority’s self-interest. The difference is that, at least in this country, adherence to such limits is usually voluntary and consequences for violation are at worst excommunication (I suppose governments impose fines, jail time or other sanctions). Since the article focused on Jesus freaks and our alleged chastity/virginity, let’s leave aside the Singapore case (or Muslim countries that penalize adultery), and focus on religious limits.

In the case of the Bible, it is claimed that sex was created by God for procreation of the species, unity and intimacy between partners (not to mention, shared pleasure, as sketched in Song of Solomon), and to reveal something about the character of God and the divine community on which human relationships are based. All restrictions on sexual activity are based on this threefold purpose. I can’t speak as knowledgeably on other religious sexual ethics, so I won’t discuss them here.

Notice that this purpose highly esteems sexual bonding. From a biblical perspective, Nine Inch Nails got it somewhat right with the lyric “You bring me closer to God.” Thus, the limits are related to that high view and intended to preserve the beauty, sacrality and yes, purity, of sexual relating. Think about the protections you might likewise institute regarding a piece of valuable jewelry or a nice suit when working in the kitchen (wearing an apron when cooking, taking off a ring to wash dishes) or getting it washed (not using hot water, taking it to the dry cleaner, etc.). These are likewise “limits” that you impose — on when the valued object is used, the conditions in which you place and care for it, and so on.

How fine the line
Your question is essentially, “How far is too far?” but notice that probably you don’t act the same way with that nice ring or piece of clothing. You don’t turn the water temperature up in the machine to within a degree of the shrinking point, right? And you don’t add dish soap to within a few drops of the tarnishing point. The spirit of your “law” is protection and preservation; legalism would seem rather silly.

So I would say, adhering to the biblical standards about sex is somewhat far removed from questions of penetration or not, and whether things like anal sex or oral sex are OK. That’s because the Bible as I understand it deems the relationship primary, the experience secondary. The experience serves the relationship; it is a means of building, reinforcing and intensifying it. This is one of the primary ways the Bible’s limits here are counter-cultural. Most people separate the experience entirely from the relationship in which it occurs. Thus we can have sex casually (no need for examples here) or independently (by jacking off, using porn, etc.). If you focus on the experience itself, sure, you can break it off, divide it into segments, decree which parts can be consumed on a first date, which once engaged, and which on the honeymoon. But notice how important the orgasm becomes in this approach. Isn’t that the goal of almost all sexual experience? You have to get off, or the whole enterprise has failed. And if the woman conceives, far more than just a condom has failed.

When the experience is subsumed to the relationship, however, the orgasm is less forced (and therefore may be a more genuine ecstatic experience) and less essential. The experience hasn’t necessarily failed for the partners if one or both doesn’t get off every time (though it may say something about areas where they need to grow in serving each other or communicating) ... and it likewise hasn’t “failed” the couple if they do or don’t conceive a child as a result.

OK, all that probably sounds a little theoretical, right? How this has looked in my life is thus. For a long time I was really frustrated because I didn’t have a relationship. But I didn’t just want a relationship, I wanted the experiential benefits it would bring (it’s much easier to focus on the few things you don’t have than the many good things you do). Because it’s easy to do, easy to get in our society, I chose to dabble in the experience separated from the relationship. But then one night I had a wakeup call — as somewhat accurately depicted in the interview. I realized that this dabbling was connecting me to my partners whether I liked it or not.

Ad Weasel wasn’t at all the type of guy I wanted to have a relationship with, and ironically I had gone out with him precisely because he seemed so safe in that regard — I could have fun, a little experimentation (maybe, although I didn’t really plan on that, at least consciously), and never run the risk of emotional intimacy. The trouble was, our physical intimacies were progressing rapidly toward a level that would become emotional. An orgasm was never the goal, but precisely because it wasn’t, it was a warning sign. If we shared such a moment, I knew I would be deeply, irrevokably shaken.

For me that has meant no sexual act that results in orgasm is part of my life as a single woman. And because you can’t accurately predict when such an experience will happen, I can’t push the limits or play the game of seeing how long I can remain unburned. I didn’t always see it this way, but I have concluded that merely following the letter of the Bible’s law involved blatant disregard for its spirit. If that was the case, why bother at all? Since I did want to bother, very much, I have had to revisit the core purpose of sex and seriously re-examine its implications for my relationships with men.
  • Am I prepared to give myself wholly to a man? If not, then why tease as if I will?
  • Am I prepared for a relationship with him that becomes creative, leading to shared community and possibly even children?
  • Am I thinking about how this relationship demonstrates the character of God, or is God a being/entity/concept I’d like to forget for the next hour or so?
It’s a harsh stance, I acknowledge, but a more honest one in the end. Notice I haven’t laid out a 10-point spectrum like some writers do; in that sense there’s much more freedom. Ironically, submitting your conscience to the spirit of a principle can be a much sterner taskmaster than a “no hand-holding” law might be. That might be what Jesus was getting at in his statement on lust and adultery. After all, the Bible is most concerned with the heart motivations behind even our most-pious actions.

Whatever authority you submit yourself to, whoever you are serving (as Dylan sang about), it’s going to be an all-or-nothing proposition. You can’t “sort of” work for someone, sleep with her or him, halfway board a plane or jump out of a burning building. You do it or you don’t.

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Sexual balance

Before getting into the meat of today’s post, a few observations.
  1. I should really hire an intern to come pelt me with ice cubes at strategic intervals. It is hot in this damn town today, and the airflow in Sexless blog HQ is practically nil. Since iBaby has no wireless card and the battery needs viagra, there is no recourse to a ceiling fan-cooled room, alas. (Faithful Roommate, however, has been dispatched to Target on a mission that may hopefully result in the carting home of a larger and more-powerful fan for the living room. And I only have to make her guacamole! Plus share some of my swank German beer, more than likely.)
  2. I must be an easy mark, love-wise, because I am heels-over-head addicted to OK Go’s infectious pop and I don’t just mean that great video! Tall, gangly lead singer dude (not the baldy in “A Million Ways”) looks like a younger, hotter Mick Jagger in one of their older videos, a saucy Warholesque frolic that shows off the band’s versatility. The music starts, and my shoulders gotta dance ...
And now that you know how Anna’s doing today, a reader question.
I’m so completely intrigued by this anti-sex ascetic you have adopted – it’s just so completely Desert Fathers-retro. Completely ironic at this cultural moment.

But, seriously, isn’t there a case to be made for developing all facets of a relationship in balance, i.e., over time, as one person moves closer to another emotionally and spiritually, ought the physical follow, keeping all facets of our humanity in balance? I mean, in my life and experience, relegating the physical to the forbidden wound-up stunting the physical/sexual dynamics of the relationship – in ways that ultimately ended in divorce after a 5 year marriage. I mean, we dated for 5 (long) years – with zero intercourse and only the slightest petting – I swear to God, no orgasms.

And I don’t think that was healthy or honoring to the fullness of our humanity. Do you think a relationship can truly be healthy if it has gone deep in every area except the physical orafaces?

— Sincerely Curious
Dear Sincerely:
I agree with what you’re saying about balance, reciprocity, etc., but that’s actually part of why I’m so committed to taking my time. As I may have mentioned in previous posts, most men I’ve been out with started getting to know my body when we’d barely even begun to explore a basic banter, much less exhaust such conversation. Generally, physical intimacies were considerably out of step with the knowledge in the rest of the relationship.

I also think our sense of what is “deep” in a relationship can be misguided. We live in a very bizarre moment where much of life is expected to follow a peculiar formula:

raw ingredients --> machine [performs special magic] --> desired result

For instance:

weight-loss drug --> pudgy body [performs special magic] --> instantly sexy body!

books & assigned reading --> brain [performs special magic] --> “knowledge” (signified by degree or great test score)!

passengers --> airplane [performs special magic] --> doors open on the tropics!

internet-profile/blog data --> mind of the lover/obsessee [performs special magic] --> deep and intimate knowledge of the “beloved”!

Doesn’t that seem a little weird? Personally, I tend to think deep knowledge of a person comes when you reach a point where you can get past their PR to start recognizing tendencies, strategies of communications, patterns of behavior not even they themselves might be aware of. I know in my friendships with most women — even those who have functionally been my best friends — I don’t usually reach that point until at least two years in.

And that’s another thing: it’s possible to have deep, meaningful, intimate relationships with people of the same sex without it becoming sexual. The difference, I think, is the nature of the interaction and whether or not you’re actually giving yourself to another person. That doesn’t happen in friendship the way it does in a romantic/marital relationship. In the latter, there’s a possibility of giving your whole self to another — but that very notion, whole, implies that it can only really be done once. Thus, friendships and familial relationships strongly imply that yes, it is possible to have healthy relationships without sex, and that withholding sex can have a positive, healthy motivation rather than one that sees sex as bad/forbidden/etc. (Note my language; I’m not naive enough to claim this happens all the time!)

As to the case you mention, why exactly did you wait five years? That sounds a little long. The problem is, sometimes it’s easy to get stuck in a comfortable relationship which we like for its present noncommital state; to be reluctant to either push to the commitment of whole-self-giving or acknowledge that no such commitment will ever transpire, hence the relationship should probably be broken off. Either way, it takes a lot of courage. Generally, I tend to think the less physicality ties a couple together, the more incentive there is to decide where a relationship is going, and the more clarity you have about whether you like the person in more than just a sexual, you-give-me-access-to-fun-experiences kind of way. In your case it sounds like there were a range of issues going on.

Breaking news: A breeze has come to Brooklyn! Woohoo!

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Monday, August 01, 2005

Loving the distance?

Over the weekend, a reader asked about the feasibility of long-distance relationships. In this moment of internet meeting and dating, it’s surely a salient question. But dahling, don’t forget you’re addressing a persistently dyed-in-wool romantiholic here (gulp). Few things inspire as does the idea of a love that overcomes all miles — the more of them, the better. And forget not that my youthful paradigm for romance (drum roll here) included a significant period of long-distance correspondence. A bicoastal relationship, no less (carried on between SoCali and Massachusetts). Cause baby, it’s ain’t love unless there’s almost a full continent between you. Could I have confused God’s love for mankind as a model for human romance, perchance?

Long-distance love is possible, but as the love thrives the distance will surely have to diminish. If both of you are firmly entrenched in careers you cannot easily abandon or relocate, be prepared to face some major sacrifices … or to someday wind up loving the one you’re with since you can’t be with the one you love. It may eventually come down to a question of how much you value the relationship versus what it would cost you to pursue it. That said, long-distance relationships probably aren’t very practical unless you’re on the path to marriage or convinced this lovah has the makings of a soulmate. Unless you like the idea of a low-maintenance relationship, that is. But for your garden-variety dating and mating scheme, I don’t recommend commute-intensive romance.

Ah, but how do you know if the spark involved is the Olympic-torch variety, or the brief flicker of summer fireflies? Kinda lotsa pressure to impose so early on, is it not? Coffee Pal would say it’s forcing one to take dating far too seriously, perhaps.

First of all, it’s important to verify said spark is not just a thing you’ve nimbly dreamed up. Back in the early days of the internet, I caught the eye of a chap I call Stalker #1. I had the luck to be one of his local-area matches on a proto-idating website I signed up with on a lark. At first the emails we exchanged seemed promising. But then, it’s easy to read whit and charisma into a few lines of a still-novel form of “talking.” Which mythos survived until the phone call phase.

That first time we talked, however, I heard not the husky, mellifluous tones of a sexy male bass … but the cadence and pitch I associated with geeks. Now, I may be quite the nerd myself, but I’m vain enough to classify myself among the geek-chic part of the crowd. And though I was only aspiring geek-chica at best, that senior year of high school, I knew this guy was the type to indulge in decidedly uncool geeky pursuits. There was a certain lack of irony — and probably fashion taste as well. I’ll spare you the painful details that confirmed this voice hypothesis, but suffice to say the mystique was forever — and rightfully so — gone.

Application: in an internet-facilitated relationship, phone contact should be commenced fairly early on. It’s great if you can banter and joke on IM, but what’s the talking like on air (so to speak)? After all, the goal is presumably to progress to a phase where voice-to-voice if not face-to-face contact is the primary means of interacting. If the email or IM banter is great, but you both flounder over a cup of coffee, it may be your avatars or usernames that ought to get it on, and not the two small Wizards divested of wind machines and all the other get up for fooling (and ruling) Oz. Small exception: If the online banter’s that good, and the first face-to-face not terrible, it may be worth pursuing a second or third albeit casual connection. I can personally vouch for instances where I was so overcome by the gentleman, I lost much of my usual sparkle and moxie, responding with gulps and resorts to primness in the face of playful retorts like, “Does that also apply to sex?” Sometimes it just may take a little time to relax around each other and discover the person who’s so attractive and funny when you’re online.

Second application: like it or not, the cost of pursuing a long-distance relationship requires more upfront frankness for both parties than may usually be the case. Gentlemen, you cannot pursue a sudden “friendship” with a lady where none has existed before and not expect her to get ideas (the reverse is probably true as well). Men rarely pursue friendships with women as it is. If you find her conversation so compelling you don’t care how far away she is, maybe some soul-searching is in store about just what you’re looking for from her. Don’t fault her for sending back a vibe if you suddenly get quite attentive, distance be damned. As a married friend recently said, when a guy realizes there is interest on the part of a woman, he is obligated to make clear if that interest is justified (i.e., returned) or to be discouraged. You can’t let things drag on in ambiguity; at that point you’re just using each other for attention and/or dooming the friendship to an unnecessary instability. So long as the nature of the commitment to each other remains undefined, that is (and in a long-distance relationship, friendly or otherwise, the question of commitment is particularly keen, given the effort required for contact).

In a long-distance relationship you can get to know the other person in a more meaningful way than might otherwise be possible, but it’s also possible to confuse knowledge of facts about the other (such as personal history disclosed on a blog or website) for the day-to-day knowledge built up through repeated conversation, shared meals and rainstorms, encounters with traffic and the homeless, and so on. Bottom line: keep it real and cut the bullshit — most of all the lines you feed yourself.

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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Reader marathon, pt. 2

Dahlings, you’ve commented so fast and furiously today, I can barely keep up. For simplicity, I’m replying to all of you here, rapid-fire. Using whatever handle you applied to yourself. Forgive me if that violates the usual pseudonymic protocol.
1.
Dear ANNA,

I have a two-part question!

1) Given your beliefs, do you feel it’s beneficial/appropriate to build a public image out of the avoidance of one particular “sin”?

2) What else is happening?

“Hugs!”

sincerely,
mcMüller
Dear mcMüller:
I have a two-part answer! One way to look at abstinence is to call it the avoidance of sin. But you could also call it being really selective about the circumstances of sex (which I hold to be a good thing and not inherently sinful) ... or an obsession with anticipation. Secondly, I’m not sure what the definition of a truly “public” figure is, but I thought you had to be nominated as ambassador or something. So far that hasn’t happened so, alas, I think I’m still a fairly private figure. *sniff*

What else is happening is that a) I am currently unemployed and getting poorer by the day, and b) my birthday is 11 days from now (one week after our big holiday). If friends and fans prove generous, I may briefly get slightly less poor.

“Side hugs!”
AB
2.
AB, I love your blog. It’s popped onto my horizon in a timely manner, as I’ve been getting bored of the blogosphere. Love the satire and the frank, witty, judeo-christo perspective.

That RS article was... wow, words escape me. I don’t know you, so I can’t say for sure, but I have a feeling that it was at least partially skewed. Made you guys out to be slightly militant and uber right wingers. I can see now that’s not exactly the case.
Dear Almost-Bored:
Judeo-christo ... now that’s an interesting one. Maybe I could apply to be his next project. Do you think he’d wrap my blog in orange for a week? Maybe if I offered to let him wrap my laptop as well ...

As for this business about wings, I neither have them nor would restrict them to just one side. I do eat buffalo wings, sometimes. Do you like them spicy? I’ve never wondered what side of the chicken they’re from, but you’re right that that’s an interesting question. Maybe one side’s wings are more succulent? Or is that just the breast portion ...
3.
If you spend so much time getting off on not getting off, wouldn’t that qualify as some sort of perversion (if you use Freud’s definition)?
Carlos
Dear Carlos:
I guess that depends on what you mean by getting off. Clearly I get off topic in these posts very often, for instance. But I usually don’t get off my futon very much in the midst of writing ... Oh but — of course! You didn’t mean that kind of getting off (slaps knee). Silly me.

Actually, though, if blogging had a perverse quality to it, I’m surely on the path to recovery: I’ve cut my average posts from five a week down to three. Alas, they never produce, well, ecstasy. But that I think you can’t really force at all. Much like sneezing. Which some people have actually claimed should also be considered a kind of getting off. What do you think of that? Would Freud find a sneezer perverse? If so, it’s mighty strange we say, “God bless you!” when that happens ... don’t you think?

Achoo,
AB

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