Easy come, easy go: I got word last week that OurChart.com is no longer, or will soon be no longer, or will no longer be updated, or something like that. So no, I wasn’t fired; everyone was.
So here’s the last column I wrote for them. It went up today, as planned, but there will be no more to follow.
(If anyone knows of a magazine that needs a queer relationships columnist, you know where to find me!)
â€œWeâ€™re not fucking enough!â€
Although some people take a few pages to explain themselves, they eventually get around to complaining that theyâ€™re not getting enough â€“ or any. They want hot sex with their girlfriend whether theyâ€™ve been together 10 minutes or 10 years.
The good news is that this is about the most common sex thing couples deal with. The bad news is that there is no easy answer. Okay, thatâ€™s not the only bad news, but Iâ€™ll get to that another time.
Iâ€™m the higher libido in my relationship, and always have been â€“ with every partner Iâ€™ve ever had. (Okay, there was one person who gave me a run for my money.) But in our first months together, I was amazed and baffled at how rarely Betty thought about sex; she never notices when people are hitting on her, even still, and getting her to notice I was hitting on her was like having to send up an actual flare sometimes. I got to the point where instead of saying, â€œIâ€™m going to bed â€“ do you want to join me?â€ I had to say instead, â€œIâ€™m going to bed â€“ do you want to have sex tonight?â€ because otherwise she would join me for bed and promptly fall asleep the minute her head hit the pillow. (What IS the female equivalent of blue balls? Anyone?)
Like most high libido types, I assumed there was something wrong with my low libido partner. Mostly I assumed it was the transness. Secretly I worried she really preferred guys but didnâ€™t know it yet. Sometimes I thought it was her body dysphoria, or her religious upbringing, or the lack of physical affection her parents expressed.
I like to fix things, so my goal was to get to the bottom of it, and â€œfixâ€ her so sheâ€™d be normal and want a lot of sex like I did.
It really is amazing to look back at your own stupidity.
After many tearful evenings, huge arguments, a couple of therapists, a few ultimatums and many, many, many long conversations Iâ€™ve figured out that she just has a low libido. I know it may be hard to believe for us horndogs out there, but some people just donâ€™t like sex as much as we do. Some people really donâ€™t think about sex a lot; they donâ€™t have sex dreams, and they find arousal a little annoying even when it does happen.
That doesnâ€™t mean there absolutely arenâ€™t possible problems if someone really avoids sex; with trans people thereâ€™s body dyshoria to deal with sometimes. For everyone else, there may be a history of sexual violence, a dislike of oneâ€™s body (though honestly that never stopped me); depression, or they may be taking a medication that doesnâ€™t mix well with libido (like ever anti-depressant except Wellbutrin).
But it could be that they just donâ€™t like sex that much, even if they love you, and even if they desire you. In the long run Iâ€™ve realized that Betty has a disconnect somewhere between her head and heart and her genitals, where the signal gets lost on the way down. I have learned to see her desire for me in her eyes, and in her affection; I know that she wants me to be hers and hers alone, and â€“ letâ€™s be honest â€“ Iâ€™ve learned to enjoy masturbating a lot more.