TERRIBLE SEX TIPS: “6 places you can have sex when you’re home for the holidays”
Every so often—like every other week—I read a sex tips column that has clearly been written for a very, very specific audience, and that audience ain’t me, but I don’t know it right away, because they write as if, “Duh, everyone knows this is the way things are!” Only we don’t all know it, and that disconnect makes me feel like a clueless idiot for just a split second, before I snap out of it and realize, no, actually, the problem is that the writer is an insular, privileged posh nob.
In the case of this week’s Terrible Sex Tips, I don’t know fully 75% of what they are talking about, because they are talking to a whole internet full of people who still get wound up about family shit. I have so many questions about this approach!
“No matter how old you are, there’s something about having sex in your parents’ house that makes you feel like a kid again. For one, you still have to hide it — because, you can’t get caught! It’s illicit. You’re breaking the rules. And as a result, it can actually make the entire process pretty hot.”
Wait, why do you have to hide it? You mean, hide it like no one can know that you are a sex-having individual? No sex in the living room with other people around? That seems sensible. Are there other rules? If you still have to leave the bedroom door open, even if you and your spouse have been married for years, then you have other problems. Deal with those first, before strategizing about your next fuck session.
“And going home for the holidays will almost undoubtedly make you feel like a kid again. … It all just transports you back to a time when life was simple, unfeathered (sic) and wholesome.”
What is this mythical time when life was simple, unfeathered (I suspect she means unfettered), and wholesome? Who the hell is she kidding? Teenagers’ lives are entirely fettered, until they have a chance to get OUT.
“Back to that getting caught thing, although you won’t get grounded this time, it’s just as awkward should you get found out.”
Why does this writer think it must be awkward? Is your family very conservative, with the echolocation skills of bats? Do your parents live in a traditional Japanese house or other places with thin walls? Is this the sixth person you’ve brought home as your “significant other” in the last year? Because seriously, there is no reason why grown-ass adults in acknowledged relationships shouldn’t be banging away properly in a proper bed, if they want. Or an air mattress, or a futon on the floor. Lock that door. If there’s no door, then you know, you could try to keep it in your pants for four days and make homecoming, to your own home, that much more exciting. No? You gotta get laid? All right then, let’s see what the author says about:
1) Your childhood room
“This doesn’t even necessarily have to be on your childhood bed. It can be on the floor, preferably on the side of the bed that’s obstructed from view. If you do opt for the bed, just make sure to get rid of any stuffed animals. Creepy.”
What’s creepy is if your parents haven’t taken that childhood room and immediately turned it into an office or a painting studio or a dungeon. Or moved out of that oversized family home into a cheaper condo in a neighborhood where they don’t have to care about how good the school system is.
2) The attic/basement
“Let me specify, this is for those homes with somewhat built-out versions of these. Because let’s be honest, a tryst in a crawl space could be dangerous… although you would by lying down already. Same goes for basements; bonus points if you have a ping pong table you can utilize for this non-ping pong purpose.”
Attics and basements always will have splinters or loose tufts of insulation, just FYI. And ping-pong tables, those edges, man, don’t be daft.
3) Your car
“Let’s bring it back to high school, guys and gals! Here’s the best part: when you don’t have to use your car as a sex vessel, like you did when you were actually living under your parent’s roof, an impromptu tryst in one can actually be fun. Maybe even have car sex right before your previous “curfew” to really get back into character.”
When you don’t have the actual urgency to find a place to have sex—when you could actually have sex in your proper bed-type location—then trust me, car sex isn’t that appealing. Its only appeal is when it is the only option.
4) The laundry room
“It’s perfectly legitimate to want to do some laundry when you’re home, and maybe while you’re waiting for your clothes to dry, you can just hop up on top of it and enjoy your own little spin cycle.”
Laundry room?! Who has a laundry room any more? Are you living in the Brady Bunch house? What the hell?
5) Your favorite secluded spot
“Everyone had this place in their home town — the abandoned parking lot where you would throw back Natty Lite’s before high school pep-rallies… or that one spot in your yard that can’t be seen from any vantage point, and therefore was the perfect place to make out with your junior high boyfriend.”
Someone has been watching Grease too many times. “Pep rallies”? Those “secluded spots” were all built over years ago. And again, what kind of posh yard do your parents have where you can just get lost in it?
6) Your parents’ room
“Come on… you know you’ve always wanted to.”
Um, no? I was just curious about the bookshelves. If you’ve always wanted to, that’s worth mentioning to your therapist.
If you don’t have a therapist, here’s my non-Terrible Sex Tip: get one, or write in a journal. Learn how to talk with your parents and set boundaries. Do whatever it takes to get over the obvious charge that your childhood home and family dynamics still have in your life, and do it before you go back and do any fucking.
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