August 13, 2003
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By Andrea Nemerson
Barf-ola
DEAR ANDREA: A friend recently told me that during butt sex,
if the guy punches the girl in the back of the head, it will make her
vomit and defecate at the same time. Is this true? And why would anyone
want to do this?
Love,
Troubled
Dear Trouble: What? What?? Why would anyone want to do this,
indeed. Come to think of it, why did your friend even tell you this
to begin with? I mean, does this sort of thing come up in ordinary conversation?
And one more question: does this friend have a girlfriend?
It seems most unlikely, but I have no idea if it's true. I sincerely
hope nobody gets it into his head to try it and tell me how it goes.
In case anyone was leaning that way, I don't want to know, OK?
Far more likely, I can see it going like this: Guy punches girl
in the back of the head during butt sex. Girl pulls away, turns, punches
guy in the face, gets dressed, and leaves.
Love,
Andrea
Dear Andrea, I am involved with a man who enjoys scat play, the practice
of playing with or eating your partner's or your own fecal matter during
sex. I understand that it is a fetish that does not have great appeal
for most people but am willing to experiment with it out of a healthy
(or unhealthy, depending on how you look at it) curiosity and love for
him. Do you have any information on where a fetish like this originates
and what psychological implications it may carry? Do you think it is
born out of rage toward women?
Love,
Curious and Concerned
Dear C and C: Wow, is this guy lucky to have found you. "A
fetish that does not have great appeal for most people" is putting
it quite delicately, I must say. You do realize that the vast majority
of partners, no matter how loving, would hear "Let's play with
shit!" and just start packing, don't you?
Scat is a lonely little fetish shunned and reviled by almost everyone.
Just this weekend I watched as a roomful of eager would-be sex educators
were shown vast quantities of rather challenging porn. Not for fun,
but to help them develop the attitude of detached "whatever"-ness
necessary to the job. Which by and large they did, bless their hearts.
Except, predictably, when we got to the scat, which instead produced
gasps of horror and a roomful of post-traumatic stress cases struggling
gamely to look blasé when the lights came on. Meanwhile, my fellow
instructors and I were clustered in the back making retching noises
at each other, just like always. Scat play? Barf-ola. But, uh, you go!
Many researchers have sought to understand the formation of fetishes
and their pathological cousins, paraphilias, but there's simply no hard
science. We have moved beyond the Kraft-Ebbing model, where a child's
titillating but traumatic experience with a high-heeled shoe, leather
bridle, or sternly seductive nanny could warp him forever. Unfortunately,
we haven't much of a model with which to replace it. All I can tell
you is that scat play, whatever its origin, generally has less than
nothing to do with hatred of women. For one thing, many practitioners
are gay men who barely even think about women, let alone want to smear
them with feces.
Love,
Andrea
P.S.: Smear if you must. Don't eat.
Dear Andrea, My eldest son is 25. Several times I saw him smelling and
kissing my panties. He even kept them under his pillow. (I thought maybe
he masturbated with them.) I am ashamed to talk about it. Can you give
me any solutions to the problem?
Love,
Mama
Dear Ma: Three letters that grossed me out in one week? This must
be some sort of record.
It's hard not to be judgmental about your son's behavior: he's 25,
and he can't find any female undies to fiddle with that don't belong
to mother? He needs to get out more; sneaking around Mom's hamper is
not what I'd call manly or mature behavior.
It may be even harder not to be judgmental about your behavior,
though. How many years has this gone on? Unless you're making the whole
thing up, I'm guessing at least 10. He's been sneaking into your bathroom
or bedroom for over 10 years, and you never thought of locking the damned
door?
Love,
Andrea
Andrea Nemerson is on vacation. This column originally ran Nov.
20, 2002. Alt.sex will return with new installments Aug. 20.
E-mail Andrea Nemerson at andrea@altsexcolumn.com.