Thursday, January 7, 2010

I Had Sex!

I had sex! Penetration-sex!

A little while ago, my body suddenly decided that this one particular guy was really sexy. It said to me, get your hands on that, yo.

And lo, from the Heavens (literally -- Christmas party), I found myself in a social situation with this person. And lo, I set a course. And he ran away. And I set a course. And he ran away. And I set a course! And I got suckerfished by several other men -- but no! No! NO, other men, get off my periscope! I'm heeding my body's call!

I was, I should tell you, wearing a really short skirt, and I occasionally had on a long sweater, and I had arrived with my long turquoise coat on top of all of it. Remember that.

So eventually at like 3 a.m. either this guy finally figured out why I kept feeling his material George-on-Seinfeld-style (one of my two flirting maneuvers) or he was too drunk to keep walking away. Actually, there's a little more to the story, and it would be fun to tell, but it risks revealing his identity to very unlikely readers. I've been working hard on red herrings with these people since the event, so I'll keep it vague.

The only thing that matters anyway is the sex. WAIT, wait, that's his line! Because I told him when we were finally getting down and he was descending a little too fast that I can't do that, dude.

"Can't." That's an ambiguous word, I found out. Apparently, sometimes it means you're afraid of sex. Sometimes it means you spent all night getting him not because you were attracted to him but because you were sent by evil female forces to rain cockblock on his dick. Sometimes it means you think his penis is ugly. Sometimes it means you think he's a douchebag. Sometimes it means you should give him head now to make up for being an evil female who thinks he's an ugly-dicked douchebag.

Sometimes it means welcome to the real world.

My body has different standards than the rest of me. I thought about dealbreakers and wondered why the deal hadn't broken yet. Clearly, he wasn't worthy.

I explained to my whiny lover, after several rounds of pain talk, that I can't do random penetration-sex anymore, but I still looooove everything else -- how do I get what I want without leading people on? Anyway where is your imagination? And since when are you a twenty-year-old again?! Why has every other guy our age been so respectful while you're practically weeping into your debodied pants?! Oh my body, WHAT were you thinking...

I was pissed at him, but I didn't want to leave. I wanted to smell him and have him lie on top of me. I wanted him to give me that amazing oral sex I'd fantasized about that apparently takes place in eight seconds on his planet.

He was pissed at me, but he wasn't kicking me out. He kept sounding like it was ultimatum time, but he was having the same dilemma I was having. Maybe we were both hard up.

So we negotiated, and I negotiated with myself. I'd been doing my exercises and things had been pretty quiet down there. I hadn't tried vaginal sex in almost two years. I didn't want to risk a bladder infection but I was pretty sure my bladder had blinked out of existence for the moment.

I told him he should put his dick on a burner for the whole next day as an act of sympathy and that he had to go slow. While he put on the condom, I got into my physical therapy position and checked out my pelvic floor muscles. Open arms, let me tell you.

He was nice once we were actually having sex. He was slow and regular, kept asking if I was okay, and waited for me to give him signals to dial it up. Apparently this guy turns into a prince once his sword is sheathed.

The pain on entry was bad, but it wasn't breathtakingly horrible like it had been in the past. As we got into it, the pain subsided and we were able to move around. Whether there was pleasure, I didn't care -- I was focusing on the simple fantasticness of physical intimacy.

We took a (fun) break and then tried again, this time with me on top. That didn't fly. We flipped around. It was hurting worse -- not my vulva but something inside, my cervix, my bladder, my gut. I had to stop. I tried to determine whether I had to fart (my farts are sometimes too polite to speak even to ask for exit).

I laid beside him with my eyes closed trying to figure out whether I was going to be able to stand up. Still princely, he didn't make a stink about stopping and said I should just sleep there. But I was in the kind of pain you need to be alone for.

I left, and this is where I test your memory. What was playing when I started my car? Cake, "Short Skirt Long Jacket."

I felt the universe winking at me.

At home I showered and tried to poop out (I love my blog) whatever pain had curdled inside me, but exercising that (pipe) organ didn't relieve the pain. It was almost dawn, and I laid in my bed laughing about the night, congratulating myself on a mission accomplished, and wondering if I should go to the emergency room.

Here's the thing: when you're in pain all the time, you don't know when you're in the kind of pain that means something bad is happening. I had this shudderingly intense pain centered on my bladder, stretching up toward my belly button and going all the way down through my mound. My vulva itself was dandy. If I were a normal person, I asked myself, would I be scared? Would I want to go to the hospital?


But I waited. I thought, this is probably intestinal. Time will tell. If it's not better in a day, I'll go in.

The next day the pain was better, but it hadn't moved and it felt like something foreign was lodged in me. Every time I coughed it killed. My vulva burned a little, but not near as bad as prior post-sex days.

The pain eventually went away, and I still don't know what it was. I've never had problems with different sex positions, so I don't think it's a tilted uterus or whatever. The urology people don't think I have interstitial cystitis, which is another possible cause. I just did a pelvic MRI... I'm going to have to ask all my doctors and I'm afraid they won't really care to get me an answer. It's gone now, right? And it couldn't possibly be a new symptom of all that other wacky stuff going on down there, no, no...

As for the guy...I'm too much like a guy. Been there, done that, over it. Kinda. He's still sexy, and he's generally a nicer guy than my analysis above has made him out to be, but I'm indifferent about everything else. I guess I realize I don't want to date him -- or that though we might have a nice fling, it won't go farther and so it's already over in that Buddhist way, la la la, this is how I think about all dating, why don't I ever date?! Ah, but the sex! But I've now learned that the sex is just mildly good (even subtracting the pain), so why bother with more, especially with all that whining. He might be trainable, though, so we'll see.

The most important thing is that I have hope that I can have a regular sex life again. Penetration isn't a must, but it is the hardest test for my pain, and I was operational for a bit! That gives me hope for my entire reproductive system and for my sexuality and libido. I needed that. He may be a partial douchebag, but that guy ended up playing a huge part in my ongoing reseach, sponsored in this segment by short skirts and a relentless, singular pursuit.

P.S. Posted from my iPhone. No joke. Please excuse odd typos. There's no Internet for me to steal right now but I just HAD TO TELL YOU.


  1. hooray!

    I'm so glad for you, and I know that weird "it hurts on entry and then it's okay" thing. that happens to me too.

    Also, I get that weird gut pain too. I read somewhere (here?) that there is a link between something in/near your vagina and your belly button. If I push my belly button, my VVD will instantly flare, and sometimes vice versa. wtf?

    So happy for you.

  2. Way to go! I'm so glad your experience was mildly(?) positive. Much more importantly, I'm happy to know that you've found hope in this experience. We all need that more than doctors, and PTs and drugs combined. You cannot get better without hope.

  3. Hope is everything! I was so happy for you as soon as I read the subject line. Go you!

  4. YAY! I did a happy dance at your subject line, and while your post was more complicated than pure happiness, I'm still so happy for you!

  5. I get that abdominal pain sometimes too. On the rare occasion that I can use a vibrator to stimulate my clitoris for all of 30 seconds the residual pain is always located somewhere right below my diaphragm. Lora is right about the belly button thing. If I've learned anything from this struggle with vulvodynia it is about referred pain. Not only do I have pain in the vulva but in other random and odd places as well.

    Congrats though!

  6. Hi Mad Peach,

    First, let me start by saying that I really enjoy reading your blog. your style of writing is hysterical; I've read it in public places before but had to stop because I was getting really weird looks for laughing so hard. (People act weird when the answer to their question of "What are you reading?" is "Vaginas."...who knew?)

    But seriously, have you looked into pudendal neuralgia already? One of the symptoms for that is feeling like you have a foreign body in your pelvis. It's a nerve thing so it has all sorts of weird connections (perhaps it could be part of that thing with the belly button?). This is really just a thought...

    Also, I have recently started a website on Vulvar Vestibulitis and other vulvar pain disorders and I would like to include a "resources" page where I link to blogs that I think are helpful. Would it be alright with you if I included yours? The website is if you'd like to go check it out. I am currently hard at work on a new version of that website (someone who actually knows how to develop is making the new on) and it should be up in a couple weeks.

    PS: My email is
    PPS: Kudos on sending that from your iphone. I can barely log into gmail from my boyfriend's Android.

    Thanks for your great blog!

  7. Thanks everyone! I read your comments as e-mails and they made me smile. I'm so happy to be able to share happy news!!!

    Alex, thanks for the great compliment! I love that I can make someone laugh!!! And thanks for the reminder about pudendal neuralgia...I am planning a stop at a neurologist when/if I get my insurance stuff figured out. You can definitely add me as a resource -- I'll send you an e-mail just in case you don't read this...