tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post8183536604043934789..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: My Fabulous Imaginary Sex LifeAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-62575486897710155292017-03-28T16:27:52.936-04:002017-03-28T16:27:52.936-04:00Thanks for your comments, Annabeth. I'm not su...Thanks for your comments, Annabeth. I'm not sure if I had guts or a sense of self, but on the night of the great pizza party, I was afraid of giving a bad impression to my new fellow-staffers on the campus newspaper by looking as if I wanted to avoid work. After that night, I knew I couldn't stay on the staff and also stay married, so I did cave in.<br />Sacchi, interesting observation. Husband thought I was probably having an affair with my best friend (alas, no -- she had made it clear she didn't swing that way), but he did say that sex between women didn't count the same way, because it wasn't "real" sex. Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-79585288272491534392017-03-23T18:23:04.625-04:002017-03-23T18:23:04.625-04:00Wow, new position in the lineup, Jean! :D
Your ne...Wow, new position in the lineup, Jean! :D<br /><br />Your new Arthur story looks awesome. <br /><br />I'm amazed, reading your account, what guts you had even while married to this abusive dude. I would have caved on the night of the great pizza party and rushed home in a panic—I know from experience. It sounds like you always had some idea of who you were, even when under attack, and I admire that a great deal. <br /><br />As far as this: "Only my best friend could look me in the eyes. She didn't hesitate to take a side, and I loved her shamelessly partisan approach."<br /><br />Gives me shivers. When I got divorced, I learned that I really needed people, at least some, to take sides. Otherwise the world feels lonely as hell. I will forever love anyone who was on my side at that time.Annabeth Leonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07455191827664110878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-1652255274111866682017-03-19T22:44:51.009-04:002017-03-19T22:44:51.009-04:00I wonder whether he would have been as obsessively...I wonder whether he would have been as obsessively outraged if he suspected you were having sex with other women instead of men. Probably anything sexual that didn't involve him would have been just as much of an outrage. Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-15315579486800388672017-03-19T15:01:22.417-04:002017-03-19T15:01:22.417-04:00Eventually, I saw the writing on the wall. Looking...Eventually, I saw the writing on the wall. Looking back, I realized that the signs were there even before I sponsored him into Canada, but hindsight is always perfect. My current spouse always reminds me that Ex-Husband was "mentally ill," which is one way of explaining him. (And the look in his eyes during his jealous tirades was definitely creepy. The whites were visible all around the irises. He looked possessed.) However, I think his jealousy was more of a cultural thing than most of my Canadian friends ever realized. He was afraid of being ridiculed by other African men if his wife was cheating --and he told me he was warned by Nigerian male friends before our marriage that all white women have sex all the time. In some cultures, it's socially acceptable for men to kill their wives, sisters, or daughters if the men even suspect their female relatives of sullying the family "honour." I think I was lucky we were living in a country where Husband knew he probably wouldn't get away with it.Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-25297885955652515232017-03-17T20:47:20.456-04:002017-03-17T20:47:20.456-04:00Every time you write about this guy I get a creepy...Every time you write about this guy I get a creepy feeling. Jeez, how insecure can a guy be? It's a good thing you saw the writing on the wall. Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-92221466971606655362017-03-17T10:32:38.241-04:002017-03-17T10:32:38.241-04:00Thank you, Lisabet. Yes, I've thought of that....Thank you, Lisabet. Yes, I've thought of that. Sex on the arm of the armchair seems especially intriguing. I've also imagined men under the marital bed or in the closet or lined up outside the apartment building, waiting for me to appear like Juliet on her balcony. :)Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-78884919637842120932017-03-17T08:57:09.914-04:002017-03-17T08:57:09.914-04:00This would be hilarious if it were not so painful....This would be hilarious if it were not so painful.<br /><br />You should turn some of your mythical adventures into stories and get *some* benefit from your unmerited infamy!Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.com