Okay, no, not really. Twisty handles this with a few quick shots to the jaw (or, um, wherever). Although I wouldn’t blame her one bit.
(Amanda picked up on this a few days ago. I think I shoved my virtual fingers in my ears, probably because I’d just eaten. But R. Mildred referred to him as a “psychic sex ninja” in comments, so maybe I should have fought the nausea.)
Ew. Just, ew. Ew, ew, ew. Ew.
There’s something about this that’s so disturbing as to defy words.
Some handy tips I picked up:
A good woman is a “well-trained” woman.
All women are basically XBoxes. Winning is a matter of pushing the right buttons at the right time.
The best way to get her to feel comfortable and happy is for the two of you to pretend you’re just using her for sex: “Try to get your wife to role play. Have her imagine she’s a prostitute and play that role.”
But it’s even better when she doesn’t have any input at all: “Being a hypnotist and she was a good subject, I proceeded to use the deep trance (amnesia and hallucinatory phenomena) to change her into various other women friends or relatives of hers and then make advances.”
“I once gave a partner the suggestion in the deep trance that she was a sex machine–a character I defined for her. [Of course you did.] Let me tell you, that short woman was so wild that I, (6′2″), could only take it for a short while.” Or pretend she’s a garbage disposal, and you’ve just dropped a fork down there! Hawt!
A woman who doesn’t respond to her partner’s ministrations like Jenna Jameson on ecstasy should be described in the most demeaning terms possible: “Most American women are slow to climax and/or are inadequate responders and they fail to climax or their orgasms are so-so or they fake it. They usually lubricate poorly.”
Women are actually horses (and you’re Robert Redford!): “Talk softly into her ear, saying words like ‘It feels so good to be loved, caressed, held closely. Feels so good.’ That last phrase must be given repeatedly but not mechanically. Fit it in with other patter. ‘Keep your mind right under my hand and feel the good feelings building up. Feels so good, so good, etc.’”
“It’s no fun to try to have sex with a sack of potatoes.”
“If she has emotional blocks to responding, she may need therapy.” I see another role-playing opportunity!
This is what happens when “sex-positivity” is unhooked from a feminist context and plugged into a sexist one. Even when it’s all about her, it’s all about him. The women in this guy’s world are machines, creations, trained pets. He’s just decided he wants to make them do something different, is all.
(Edited to clarify a little of the language.)