crumpets -> RE: So, maybe I could have been more diplomatic (1/16/2016 9:32:31 PM)
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ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze If you touch without permission, it's no different than the gay guy touching you, how would that make you feel? The problem with answering that question is that this "permission" thing is cloudy in certain circumstances. When I was in the PE (we're talking a decade or more ago, by the way), the gay men were hounding me, inches away at all times, no matter how quickly I turned left, and right amongst those cubicles to get away from them. I had only gone up to that floor to see what was there (it was an exploration), but the whole time I was there (probably only a few minutes, in toto), I was trying to get AWAY from them so that I could accomplish my scouting mission. I wasn't able to complete my mission, and I got the heck out of there, to the relative safety of the heterosexual area, where, instantly, nobody paid me a second notice. Whew! Saved at last. I've been on Fire Island, when I was young and handsome, and there too, the gays hounded me. Likewise, when I first visited California, 30 or so years ago, I stopped at the first "Vista Point" on 280 South below the 380 interchange near the San Francisco Airport and the gay men in cars ogled me like I was a piece of meat at the turnout at the end of the access road (there is no vista, by the way, which is ironic). Feeling uncomfortable (and realizing the promised vista didn't exist anyway), I drove the rental car away from all the gay men sitting in the culdesac (why they all look for "fresh" meat is still beyond me, for the most part, since there were plenty there that could have gotten it on with each other such that they didn't have to bother with me), and then I stopped at the midway parking spot, to see where the trail went that was at that midway point. I walked down a maintained trail, which curved to the right, and then, about at the apex of that curve, since I'm an expert woodsman, I easily noticed a worn unofficial side path, which I took, being that I was on an exploratory mission ... and, almost immediately, I saw the tell-take cues of crumpled toilet paper and discarded underwear and trash that is so obviously a common trait at most of these areas of bedded down underbrush (they all look the same, after a while). Instantly realizing the common markings of relatively recent male-on-male sexual activities, I abruptly turned around. YIKES! WTF? There was a retinue of gay men strung out, maybe two of them or maybe three or four (not more, but not less) who had FOLLOWED me down the trail, and off into the side path, one of whom was basically only about fifteen feet behind me, the rest of which were strung out at something like fifty-foot intervals which extended back onto the main path. I was not comfortable at all. It wasn't like I thought I would have been accosted. It's just that they perceived signals that I definitely didn't provide. They were guessing, of course. They were hoping, for sure. But, they were dead wrong, as, well, I harbor a lot of anger over gay men, so, one would never be able to touch me and get away with it. Given my circumstances, I would, in fact, probably react far more aggressively protecting my ass from them than LP did, in her protection of her sub's ass as noted in the OP. But, my point was that it was highly uncomfortable. It was like. Shit. You can't even walk down a damn trail without some guy thinking he's gonna get fresh meat out of your hide. (I have since learned that almost all rest stops are gross and disgusting places of the same ilk - so I simply avoid them all - like I'd avoid the plague.) quote:
ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze you touch an arm first and in a non-sexual way, if she flinches or removes her arm, it's pretty much an indicator that she doesn't want to be touched, just like if you lean in for a kiss, she turns her head away and you kiss her cheek, it means she doesn't want to kiss you. I was trying to get that idea across, which is that you don't normally explicitly bring a written consent form with you everywhere you go, but that there are myriad social cues which take the place of written consent forms in day-to-day dating interactions. Luckily, you already knew it, but some people here don't seem to understand that literally "asking" isn't ever gonna (realistically) happen, at least not in the days were were in our teens and twenties. (It might work now, that we communicate differently and that we're more sexually mature, one might hope.) quote:
ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze Unless you were raised in a barn, it's not difficult, Here's where I might beg to differ with you that it's not difficult. Personally, I find navigating at night by compass and moonlight in chaparral through ravines and mountains easier to figure out than where a twenty-something woman's headspace lies at any one moment (when I was also at that same age). Women never made sense to me. Everything else (eventually) does make sense (for the most part), when I try to figure it out. But not women. quote:
ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze girls do the same, we just seem to be a bit more adept at social clues, While I don't ever disagree that women are fantastic at social cues (e.g., I won't tell you the number of times I'm informed, even here, of things that are going on, by people I've never met, but who pop in to warn me that I'm on thin ice), and i won't disagree that I suck at social cues ... I will say that I have TRIED to figure out women, and I have concluded they can't be figured out the way you figure other things out. I mean, I know how my pool chemistry and equipment works, even though it has a fancy supposedly automatic cleaning system that requires constant maintenance like my German car does, and I know intimately how engines work and of electromagnets and physics and even geology, etc., but I just can't figure out how women work when it comes to this thing called "dating" (particularly, I must constantly repeat - when I was in my teens and twenties). At this point, I've pretty much given up on vanilla "dating", and I still have rewarding experiences with friends, but, I think that women aren't as straightforwardly obvious as you might tend to be portraying them to be. They're enigmatic. And unpredictable. At least to me they seem to be. quote:
ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze if we touch a guy casually and he leans away, it means he is not interested, simple. Guys give straightforward "signals", so, that's easy. Try it the other way around if you wanna find something challenging to do. I know nobody ever is confused about my intentions when I'm with them (I'm so easy that way). (Coy finesse isn't my strength.) quote:
ORIGINAL: LadyConstanze A woman who wants you will lean into your touch, just like a guy will if a woman touches him and he wants her to touch him If I want someone, I tell them that I like them and then I tell them what I'd like to do with them (e.g., go to a movie or get coffee or go on a picnic or kiss, etc.). But I work logically. So I'm easy to figure out. I think most men are easy to figure out (although, I will admit that I never 'dated' a man and I never will). I have dated women. I have never once figured 'em out. Now back to my book on the causes and effects of WWII, which is vastly easier to figure out.
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