Dear ladies and gents, I have to share something with you

It's about relationships. And sex. And about how sometimes an absence in such things is nothing to do with your relationship, and sometimes is everything to do with it.

(DISCLAIMER: There is going to be an awful lot of honesty on this page. Not all of it solely mine, but it is not included unless I know it to be extremely common experience. Any that is not mine will be clearly indicated by phrases like "people who", rather than "I have". There is going to be no detailed saucy graphicness, though we definitely will be talking about sex, shagging, fucking, and making love. And at times I may be brutally, anatomically blunt. All of that. Just so you know.)

Firstly, let me start by addressing the reasons for writing this post. There are two main reasons. The first is an increasing frustration with articles (mainly in the Guardian) addressed to men lamenting the lack of sex in their marriages, and the misguided advice that women's desire for sex naturally wanes, and to just be patient with their wives, accept that their wives still love them and cherish what they have. This is not true. Women are just as sexual as men. Some women, as some men, are more sexual than others, but there is not a natural inevitable decline in our sexuality. The second is the abhorrent advice I (and doubtless many others) received after having a baby. There are many other reasons, but for simplicity, lets break it down into two categories, couples who have had babies within the last four (give or take) years, and couples who have not.

I’ll be writing this post from the perspective of why (heterosexual) women don’t want to, as that is what I am, and so cannot frankly, or at least honestly, write this from another perspective. However, post pregnancy ladies aside, many conversations I’ve had over the years lead me to suspect that these experiences/feelings/reasons are not gender specific, so insert your own he’s and she’s as appropriate. And with all that framing in place, let’s begin exploring the question


“Why doesn’t she want to sleep with you?”



Part 1: Your partner has given birth to a baby (or a pterodactyl) in the last four years (give or take)

Reason 1: Because she’s had a baby. Contrary to the opinion of birthing manuals that state there’s no reason not to start having sex again the moment everything’s healed, there are really quite a few reasons. Let me explain having a baby. For nine months, she has a parasite growing inside her that takes priority on all nutritional requirements, leaches the calcium from her teeth to build itself bones, pushes her internal organs out of the way into any old space it finds the most entertaining to give itself room to dance on her sciatic nerve, before stretching her vagina beyond the point of no return and emerging into the world, looking all cute and shit. Birth is not a dignified thing to be seen doing either, and men are allowed to watch you do that these days. Chances are that unless she’s like me and downed that castor oil like it was whisky, she’ll have done a very ladylike shit during the birthing process, in front of you. So she’s feeling all pretty functional right now, it’s the way to deal with all of the indignity of it all. And the damage. Again, I was pretty lucky on that side of things, but even without a cut or a tear to be considered, there is a lot of damage. (And if there is a lot of damage, consider how quickly you would want to start having sex with someone if your penis had been ripped in two, sewn back up, and some nurse said, yeah, you’ll be able to use that in two or three weeks? Yeah, thought not.) Even without a lot of damage, a very strange transformation has occurred to your partner. It probably won’t even occur to her to tell you, but she doesn’t have any sexual feeling in her vagina, or, indeed, any muscle memory of sex at all. It’s truly the closest you’ll ever get to being a born again virgin, because it truly feels like you’ve never had sex. This will become a reason in its own right shortly enough. Weird? Yes, equally weird is the fact that she won’t be able to feel herself piss for a few days either, so incontinence is likely. For some women this is an elongated period. For months and months and years it’s likely that her organs will feel in the wrong place, sensation will be lacking in the places that tend to drive such urges, and… The physical side and the mental side of birth take some time to heal, so we’ll crack on to the optional second reason

Reason 2: She’s currently or has recently been breastfeeding a baby. Breastfeeding is like a weird superpower in some respects, and it’s fucking awful in others. Her parasite is continuing to drain all the best nutrition from her body, calcium from her teeth, and because she’s only got time to make toast, she’s becoming increasingly malnourished because her body is using the vitamins and minerals stored in her bones and muscle to create the best possible milk for her baby. You may not understand why she doesn’t have time, because she’s at home all day, but trust me, she barely has time to get a cup of tea between being puked on, and wee’d on, and prodded by health visitors and getting her boobs out and getting the baby to sleep just long enough that she can have a wash, and laundering all the vomit covered baby clothes and cleaning up all the baby shit, and cleaning milk mis-spurts of the sofa (because breast milk is messy, and spurts out of boobs without waiting for the receiving baby to obligingly latch on). But onto the superpower of breastfeeding, and what happens when it stops. While she’s breastfeeding, she probably won’t get colds, or gain too much weight, or feel too crappy, despite the rubbish but highly convenient food she’s likely to be eating, and she may even have this weird magical bond where she’ll wake up in the night knowing her parasite is about to wake up because it’s too hot/cold, and she’ll adjust blankets accordingly, and lie back down and listen to it breathe. She’ll barely sleep for the entire time (however many months that is) she’s breastfeeding, because for all the advice says to sleep when the baby is sleeping, when the baby is sleeping is the only practical time she has for doing laundry, or cooking, or cleaning, and she feels horribly dependent on you even if she gets maternity pay, and so she feels that she should try and get all that stuff done while you’re at work , and then feels horribly inadequate when you get home and she’s still in her pyjamas from the morning. Everything is horribly depressing, aside from the beautiful, cute as fuck little parasite that cries even when you put it down to go for a wee, and she has no time to herself, no dignity as her boobs are permanently on show, and on the rare occasions she sees friends, she can’t have a conversation with the majority of her friends, who, having never experienced such indignities, can only stutter through sentences unable to determine where to look, and after a while she ceases to bother at all. And then, breastfeeding stops. Her immune system stops suppressing itself, she gets all the illnesses under the sun, and because her body is malnourished, they’ll hit her hard. She’ll likely gain weight – health visitors will tell you that this is due to not having re-adjusted to eating only for herself. This is a lie, it is also part of the protective response of a malnourished body to protect itself. Her social sphere will have become you, her mother, possibly your mother, and a bunch of women she hates who she met at a baby massage group. Basically, she feels relieved to no longer be breastfeeding, but in all other respects, she may well feel like shit.

Reason 3: The mystery of the post birth vagina. It’s kind of like… Someone rips off your vagina, puts a load of anaesthetic on it, glues on another one, and then it takes a while to heal, a while longer to feel like it might belong to her, and even longer for it to develop any kind of urges. It’s a bit like going through puberty again, except much more embarrassing.

Reason 4: I’ve mentioned several times now, malnourishment. During her pregnancy was she eating lots of high nutrient based foods? Is she now? If a lot of her diet is based around low fat, particularly low in saturated fat, change this right now. Take charge of the cooking for a week or so. Lots of vegetables, saturated fat, eggs, and meat. Feed her real food. Comfort food is a misnomer for food that keeps you sick, lacking in energy, and anything but comfortable.

Reason 5: You. Your behaviour during pregnancy and post pregnancy does have a part to play in whether she wants to sleep with you. Controversial, I know. And some of the topics I’m going to go into in Part 2 of this post will definitely go into a bit more depth regarding this area. And I’m sure you’ve been great, and helped her out with the housework, and the baby, and all of that shit. But you’re both tired, and it’s easy to let the everyday affection slip. Let’s be honest, how affectionate are you when you aren’t trying to get a shag? If she needs a hug, if it lasts longer than a minute, are you going straight for a boob grope or hand up skirt? Does she feel like you even like her when you’re trying to slip her one? I’m probably using slightly crass language here, but it’s partially to express a point. She’s tired, and drained, and more emotional than physical right now. When was the last time you just leant against each other and watched a film? When was the last time you just held her and kissed her in bed, without immediate wandering hands? When you feel like shit, you don’t feel like even trying sexually with someone who makes you feel like they don’t like you except when they’re trying to fuck you. When I had my daughter, the advice passed on to me about not wanting to was to just do it and eventually you’ll get used to it/start wanting to again. Thankfully both Cattenberg and I thought that sounded a little too much like consensual rape to ever want to try it. But if you do make her feel wanted, cared for as more than just the mother of your child, when the urges do come back they’re more likely to be directed your way.

Reason 6: Time. All of the things I’ve just talked about take time. How old is your kid? Is it even sleeping through the night? Chill. Be nice to her. Fuck fucking. It will come back in good time. Just be nice. Remember she’s effectively experiencing puberty again. Remember how you used to approach these things when you weren’t knackered. Remember how spending time together is better foreplay than a series of recommended tactile manoeuvres (oral sex for 6 minutes, before stimulating the… YAWN). Remember how phoning someone on your lunchbreak for no reason other than wanting to talk to them is a nice thing to do. If you buy her flowers, buy some she actually likes, and because she’s time poor, put them in the vase yourself. And clear them away yourself when they wilt. When you get a babysitter, treat it as an excuse to spend time together like a normal couple, not a “right, we’ve got some privacy, let’s do this” moment. If it’s going to happen, it will. It always used to.

Reason 7: You don’t love her. Or she feels like you don’t. If you do, see reasons 5 and 6. If you don’t, why are you trying to sleep with her? Why are you even together?

Reason 8: She doesn’t love you. This is covered more fully in Part 2, but basically, see reasons 5, 6 and 7.


Part 2: Your partner has not given birth to anything in the last four years.

1: She’s tired/ill/stressed/other. Your sex drive is not a consistent thing, nor is hers. Think of it like a sine wave, with peaks and troughs depending on how she is feeling, what is going on in her life, all of that. Now when I say ill, I include short term illness, but also chronic illness and mental illness. Is she asthmatic? Diabetic? Does she have an autoimmune issue? Is she depressed? All of these things can have an impact on how you feel about sex. Does she have a tendency to get thrush? Can make sex a fucking unattractive prospect. There are things you can do. Probiotics. Diet. Look towards paleo based dietary advice, there has been a lot of success treating autoimmune issues with diets that look at inflammation etc. If she’s stressed, why? Is it something you can help with, or just be there?

2: Medication. Some medications lower your sexual inclinations. When with the Big Ex, I started talking the pill, within three days I didn’t want to do any such thing ever again, and that lasted for four months after I stopped taking it. Some medications have a long residual effect.

3: You have a genuine mismatch of levels of desire. I have been told that it is unreasonable to want to have sex three, seven, ten times a day by boys slightly incredulous that they were capable of that. And despite that they proudly repeat the tale of the day of X times as often as possible, it just isn’t who they are. More than once in a 24 hour period to some folk will elicit a groan and a feigned headache, and that’s fair enough. If they want to sleep with you, just considerably less often than you want to sleep with them, you have to weigh up. Do you love them, and is it good enough? If the answer is yes, stop whining, you’re still getting some.

4: Is she affectionate in physical though non-sexual ways? Does it feel more natural to touch each other than not? Do you still kiss, cuddle and hold each other, just not that? If so, see 1, 2, 3, 5, and possibly 7. If not, see 5, 6, 7 and 8.

5: Are you still attractive to her? It’s a fair one, though it maybe shouldn’t be. Folks say love is blind. Love may be, but lust, not so much. Since you met, have you paid less attention to your clothes, your hair, your ever redder drinker’s nose? Is your bosom starting to rival hers? If her affection for you is strong enough to want to be that close, great. If not, there are two questions. Can you make yourself more attractive to her again? And, do you want to?

6: Were you ever attractive to her? It’s a genuinely good question because of the possibility that…

7: You made a relationship out of just friends. This is the trickiest bastard thing. All my life people have tried to push me into going out with boys I loved as friends, with arguments such as “Friendships the most important thing” and “but you both want the same things” and “he’s such a nice bloke” etc. And, my lovely, lovely friends there have been times when one or other of you has made a move, and I’ve been in a lonely frame of mind, where I’ve contemplated letting the move occur. I can see the attraction. You live with your best mate, you have someone to do “couple’s things” with, let’s face it, going to the theatre or out for dinner on your own blows, and you’re attracted to them enough to be friends, surely sex is not such a stretch? And you’re a bit lonely right now, and you haven’t in a while, and the fact that they like you is making them look more attractive than normal… And you have sex. And it’s terrible. You just aren’t compatible together. But you can’t say, as you have this emotional connection because you’ve spent all this time getting to know them, and you do it again. And it’s not quite as bad, and they start to learn what makes you tick, and for a while the hormones of having sex makes everything enough. But after a while that calms down, and you stop wanting to have sex. Because sex has a tendency to amplify what you feel about someone. If you love someone a little bit that way, it makes you love them more. If you don’t love them at all that way, it makes you like them less the other way as well. And you don’t want to admit that, because you are attached. You do love them, because you spend all your time together, and you share all your feelings with them, and you bitch about so and so at work to them, and when you want to go to the theatre or out for a meal you just know you’d go with them. You do love them. Just not in that way. And you have a deep affection for them, and it would turn your whole world apart to admit that you were only housemates. – For some people this is enough, and so if you married your best mate who only had sex with you because she was feeling a bit lonely and desperate, and basically just wants to be mates again, the thing you have to ask is are you both happy and is it enough? If so, stop whining about the sex. If not, maybe it's time to be honest about what you are to each other. - Easier to spot when you have a baby together, incidentally, as without the fun couple things to do together, this kind of relationship does not hold up well.

8: Did you make a relationship out of just sex? Much easier to spot than the previous one. And much easier to leave. As previously stated, sex tends to amplify how you feel about someone, so for all you might shag like rabbits initially, without a desire for each other’s company outside of the bedsheets/back of the car/anywhere with an ounce of privacy, attraction wanes rather quickly. Contrary to popular opinion, foreplay is not a series of manoeuvres conducted on an uninclined body to make it suddenly switched on, it’s the conversations you have, the moments you share. And that’s why it’s easier to settle for 7 than for 8. It’s easy to persuade yourself that just friends is enough, particularly if you have memories of sex disjointed from all the affection of the friendship that exists in a relationship. But if you made a relationship out of sex, and both realised you fucking hate each other, why are you trying to sleep with her? Why are you even together?

9: You don’t love her. Or she feels like you don’t. If you don’t, why are you trying to sleep with her? Why are you even together?

10: She doesn’t love you. Nothing doing about it.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is I really hate the continually perpetuated myth that sex is something women allow men to do to us because we love them, or some such soppy crap. And the myth that women get less sexual over time. It's a big pile of shit. If we get less sexual, there are reasons why. Sometimes they are our own, personal reasons and they will resolve themselves, sometimes they are health based, and may not. And sometimes, we just don't want you, but our vaginas have realised this more quickly than our heads.

I do love craft/cake night

Tonight was another craft/coffee/cake night at Cat Lady Towers. It's ace. My friends show up at 8pm, they leave at 10pm, and in between that we chat shit about shit, and craft if we want, and eat cake if we want. I have lovely lovely friends.

A guy posted a link to an article about the whole bucket list thing on the Twitter and my brain went arambling

If your life doesn't feel inadequate until you compare it to others, your life rocks. Stop comparing yourself to people who aren't you and just allow yourself to be happy. If, on the other hand, your life feels lousy until you look to others and reassure yourself that at least you haven't got it as bad as that guy, you too need to stop comparing yourself to people who aren't you. Look inwards until you find why you feel lousy, or until you find what makes you feel happy, worthwhile. Make changes. Be brave. But only the changes that make you, well, you. Don't try to be someone else, copy their experience, like what they like. For sure, use people for inspiration, its a great shortcut, and none of us are unique in our preferences, only in the mix of preferences we have. And people you like do often like stuff you might find interesting. But... Only you know what you like. What you want. What you need. And it's probably not that overwhelming list of crap that every one tells you that you must like/do/see.

The article that prompted this ramble is here http://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/kicking-the-bucket-list

Sometimes in my life people have accused me of poor self esteem

Because I never really pictured ending up in a couple with someone. Maybe there's an element of that, but really, it's more about timing. That, and the fact that I hardly ever really like anybody. It's rare to like and be liked, or be liked and like, in return. It's rare for me to like someone who likes me, and for us both to be emotionally available, and light in metaphysical baggage. And since I don't see the point in dalliances which bore me without the aid of beer goggles (particularly as with age comes a certain level of sobriety), there is a significant likelihood that my younger self will be proven correct. I am not one to make do with less. To settle. I'm not in the market for a house mate pretending to be a boyfriend, a companionable presence that masks the absence of love. The ex and I tried making do with "okay", it nearly broke us both. Less is not enough.

My younger self could never picture the boyfriend. She always pictured the child. And as I listen to her breathing as she sleeps, I'm certain my younger self had her priorities very much in order. It's not about self esteem, it's about knowing what's important to you. Yeah, being in love is great. But being in love with someone because of constant new discoveries, because they evolve and change, because they don't like your cooking, or they made a new friend, because they grow away from you and need you less... It's amazing, and rare in romantic love. Romantic love is rarely unselfish, rarely not fearful. Fear of being alone. Fear of rejection. For some, the fear of not being rejected. Fear is a powerful motivator. But it is not mine. I am not perfect, but my child knows I love her, and she is happy, and it is enough.

People place a lot of focus on finding "the one", often at the expense of actually finding them. I am lucky, because I don't need that. Sure it would be nice, but... I have much more.

In my world a spade is a spade and I may hit you over the head with it regularly in the interests of our friendship

There are points when you realise that people are lying to you, or themselves, or both. In many respects, it is irrelevant if they are lying to themselves; what is relevant is the negative impact that both aspects can have on you, if you let them. I tend to take people at what they tell me. I expect truthfulness, directness, I try to live my live with a level of honesty and openness that I imagine others do too. I like forthright, brutally honest conversations, they amuse me immensely. I am no enigma. I want nothing from anyone but to be as honest and open with me as I am with them, yet I am reminded, too often, that can be too much to ask. When people hold aspects of themselves back from their interactions, it creates barriers, conversations are forced, trying to peep over walls instead of open views of shared knowledge. It's more work than it should be. More work than I need.

I'm not dieting, just lazy

Hmmm. Today I ate a bit of white fish and some green beans. The day before, two slices of bacon and a load of cabbage. I don't think I'm looking after myself very well at the moment.

Bugger, that's hypothetically depressing

I've been looking over my finances for the coming year, and have come to the conclusion that over the next couple of years it would be wise to decrease the amount I go out, which is already pretty rarely. This sparked the hypothetically depressing realisation that, were I ever to become interested in a boy (AND if that interest were mutual, AND that interesting interested were available to be interesting - these qualities, alas, likely rule out the prospect before we get to the main point), regardless of whether I have the time (I don't), or the inclination (none that meet the afore mentioned criteria), I simply do not financially have the capacity to go out with boys. For at least two years. Even on the cheap. Sorry chaps. However a cheap date you may be, you are not cheap enough.

Today

I feel like crying. I don't know why. But I'm going to ball my fucking head off and that's okay. Because sometimes it's okay to be a person and be upset and not know why.

The behaviour and genetics of a hoarder

I am evolving into less of a hoarder. This evolutionary feat is no mean task, and flies in the face of thirty three years of deeply embedded behaviour. I collect clutter. A neat handbag is a mystery to me. My drawers are full of crap. But this is changing. Today I've been tackling one of the bedrooms. Lots of stuff has been sorted through, and organised for the tip, the charity shop, the car boot. And the child has been telling me off, because "We need to keep this". Child is a product of two hoarders. Lord help her.

We are a little exhausted

Nephews and gigs and friends staying and sun shining... Kittencat is lying on the sofa in a frazzled slump, and I'd be with her, but she needs her tea, and my mate's coming round later for film watching, and I've promised to bake the not terribly chocolatey brownies for tomorrow... Knackered. On the bright side, I was going to make birthday brownies (the terribly chocolatey ones) for a mate's birthday last night to post today, but realised I don't have a current address to post them to. The thought was there. I'm sure the brownies would have been preferable. But an immensely early night was had instead. I love my bed. I have not seen it enough of late, because I keep doing everything but sleep. Last night, I did nothing but. It was good.

Current projects

I'm very into knitting on a round right now, so socks, hats, all that shit. However, I have filed all those projects in neat half completed piles as it's the child's birthday shortly, and she has requested many hand knits. So if you have a birthday and expect/want knitted, it's too warm right now anyway, so your half finished woollens will be available later as complete woollens via the magic of the IOU.

Reading wise, I'm reading Gut and Psychology Syndrome (Dr Natasha Campbell), The Paleo Approach (Sarah Ballatyne), Organic Gardening (Charles Dowding), and Madness and Civilisation (Michel Foucault). With the child, we're currently doing a chapter a night of The Little Princess (Frances Hodgson Burnett).

The inaugural craft and cake night at Cat Lady Towers

I've just spent a really nice couple of hours with a couple of my friends. The lemon drizzle was lemony enough (common bug bear to all is unlemony lemon cake - I didn't think it annoyed everyone so much as me, but apparently so), and there was much fun and chatting - I don't know how much craft was done, but really it's just a reason to gather and have a brew and see friends regularly. And under the guise of craft night, I might remember to knit a bit more regularly.

And, if we do it regularly, I get to bake more often! And expand my repertoire... I'm woefully out of practise.

Yeah, tonight was really awesome, even if I do have slightly sunburnt legs (my legs haven't seen the sun properly since 1988, when I stupidly started getting a little paranoid about the vitiligo)  from being at the beach earlier with Kittencat, my nephews and my parents. We collected shells, and mostly avoided the plentiful jellyfish, and the elder nephew and I ate seaweed straight out of the sea. Good times.

I'm a little preoccupied

And my coffee and vitamins and racetams have not yet overridden my simple brain. I need to be on optimum form NOW.

Hurry up brain. We haven't much time.

This week is suddenly surprisingly hectic

House is a heap, child's friend (and mother, and 2 year old brother) is coming over to play at 2.15pm, tomorrow we're going to the seaside with my folks and my nephews, tomorrow night is craft night at Cat Lady Towers (cake will be baked tonight in preparation), Thursday we're going into town to see child's father for lunch and hopefully watch Ex Easter Island Head as part of MJF, Thursday night is Kevin Drumm at Islington Mill, so spare room will go through bedding change one as child's father will be babysitting, Friday morning we're meeting another one of the child's friend's to play, and Friday afternoon my best Driver is coming to stay for the weekend (spare bed change two). Friday night is to be a nice chilled one, Saturday day we will do something, Saturday night is the ERC at the Mill (so living room camp bed for child's father), Sunday lunchtime Driver is catching a train, Sunday night will be watching as much as possible of the Vengeance Trilogy with my mate.

Somehow I need to find time during all of this occurring to de-heap my house so that the bits that occur at my house can occur.

I have 5 hours before nothing stops for a week. Let the games begin.

It's crap TV night at Cat Lady Towers

I'm watching series 3 of Once Upon a Time. It's fantastically bad. Some stuff is so bad you really just have to. And I am.

And I'm eating all the garlic. Living alone has serious advantages.

Strip back, pare down

I've now been living alone since September, and single a lot longer. It's been an interesting year. A challenging year. I've passed all my exams, so now is the time to finally simplify my existence, get rid of all the stuff in the house that's surplus, find ways of making things more peaceful.It's a load of practical organisation that will have a profound effect on my metaphysical self.

This is the big thing I realise I need. Simple. Peaceful. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for excitement, but I'm a simple girl, and when things drag me in several different directions my head starts to spin. So my environment needs to be intensely controllable, easily maintainable, my relationships with folks simple.

Probably why I want rid of all the social media crappity crap for a time...

I took myself off the social media

You can't see me!

(No doubt after a time my phone will realise that half my contacts are set up my lazily linking into Facebook or Twitter, and they'll disappear, and I'll slink back, my absence unnoticed. I don't want these things any more. But they seem to be a fact of life for the time... But not today! You can't see me!)

I'm not entirely sure why I'm still awake

It seems to be a pattern of late, though I could use the sleep. I'm catching up with knitting, and Game of Thrones, and not sleeping. Life's pretty good, albeit it a little too peaceful. I probably need to go out more, or have friends around more. I miss the society of people. But that does not seem to be the main topic of my thoughts at the moment. I'm a bit focused on trying to design the layout for my garden, and what to grow, and how to do it. There will be vegetables. And herbs. And hopefully a nut tree. I'm not sure if there's room for a mini poly tunnel yet, but it's under consideration. And coldframes. And hotbeds. And I need to plan the space to incorporate room for chickens at a later date. I don't think there's room for chickens and goats, and goats would be way more complicated, and requires licensing, and a bit more work. Chickens would probably be fine.

I'm flitting between that and furthering my reading surrounding nutrition, inflammation and autoimmune disorders. Possibly as this has an impact on my planting goals. I don't know. Creating a mini ecological bubble seems the include all aspects of my life at the moment. It's quite nice. Life is starting to be a holistic machine, instead of a multitude of ropes pulling in different directions.



DJ Format is playing on Friday. I'm not entirely sure why I'm not going. First time I ever saw Ugly Duckling, Format and Abdominal were the support. Best gig I went to in the four years I lived in Exeter. (Possibly excluding Leftfield, I can't entirely recall, I was quite drunk that year, much was a blur.)