The Truth about Blowjobs by Paul Leonard

I don’t really think in anything of searing importance to add to the discussion of blowjobs fluttering around the feminist blogosphere.

The feeling about what is happening between two consenting adults when they have sex, and whether what happens degrades, exploits, oppresses, or in any way hurts one or both of them, is pretty much the same as my feelings about any relationship between two people in general: Only two people involved can know its truth.

There are women who kept their last names and go home every night to husbands and treat them like shit. And there are women who get down on their knees and suck the cocks of partners who regard them as equals. That’s just the way this crazy world works.

No single decision or act doth a feminist make, nor a truly egalitarian relationship build. And, like just about every other aspect of any relationship, from what movie to see to where to live, decisions regarding gender roles will never end; the concerns and options will change as the people within the relationship change, necessarily requiring ongoing dialogue and compromise. Giving today’s blowjob may not feel the same as giving tomorrow’s, if tomorrow one’s partner suddenly decides to withhold reciprocation.

And thus ends the explanation as to why you’ll get no unilateral pronouncements on blowjobs from this cocksucking feminist.

There’s also another, perhaps less thoughtful, reason. I’ve never felt as though having a guy’s cock between my choppers left me in the vulnerable position. In fact, I once (briefly) dated a guy who once had the bright idea of shoving my head down further onto him while I blew him. I warned him if he ever did it again, he'd regret it. He didn't listen. Sometimes, it seems, blowjobs are about taking a bite out of the patriarchy.

I’ve no idea whether I left a scar, as I haven’t seen the cock (or his penis) again.

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