My mother was a wise and generous woman. Throughout her far too short life, she had given me a great deal of stellar advice. In this case, though, I intuitively knew this was complete bull-pucky.
This belief turns a lover's trailing caress into a transaction, bought and paid for. Not a shared pleasure, not in invitation to play or share, but an exchange best for a brothel. I could feel it in my teenaged bones - if you treat your partner like a prostitute, it will lead to resentment, anger, and the death of something that once was joyful and a source of delight.
Quite frankly, a real prostitute gets more respect from the open exchange of money than anyone involved in the hostile exchange described above.
A brothel picture from Pompeii. |
I want lovers to come to each other for pleasure, a sharing of passion and excitement. I'm doing my best to destroy this pernicious saying.
And I want you to help me. Tell me what stereotypes about love and relationships you want to eliminate.