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Steak & Blow-Job Day And All That Bollocks

Wicked WednesdaySteak and Blow-Job Day irritates the fuck out of me; in much the same way that the whole “blow-jobs are flowers for men” thing irritates the fuck out of me. Now this could be construed as sour grapes on the part of someone who, this year, once again, will almost certainly get neither. I assure you that this is not the case.

Well, while it’s true that I regularly don’t get either of these things on March 14th, I am fortunate that I get my cock sucked regularly (and expertly) enough that I have no complaints on that front (other than that we never seem to find any time at the moment, but that’s beyond our control), and I can eat steak whenever I feel like cooking it.

My problem isn’t with the abundance (or lack) of either of the constituent parts, or whether or not I get one, both, either, neither or none on the day in question, or indeed, on any day for that matter. No, my problem with Steak and Blow-Job day is that it is even a thing.

The Oral Sex ProjectNow I realise that, as a “thing”, it is really meant as a joke, but I still have a fundamental problem with it.

I’m a guy, I <understatement>like</understatement> getting my cock sucked. As I’ve already mentioned, I am in the happy position that my cock gets sucked pretty regularly. Furthermore, the women who have sucked my cock have all done so willingly and enthusiastically. And herein lies my problem.
The idea that, by making it something “special” – a treat, as it were, only serves to perpetuate the idea that fellatio, as an act, is only performed as something that is done to please the suckee, and has to be endured by the sucker.  It suggests that all the pleasure is to be had by the recipient, and none by the giver/provider. Sucking their partner’s (or anyone’s) cock, it would seem, is a chore that those who do the sucking have to do in order to please those that are being sucked and, therefore, it needs to be turned into an occasion to mark the provision of a special favour.

I have one word for this…

Bollocks!

I’m not denying that blow-jobs are special; I for one am eternally grateful for every one I receive, and to everyone who has ever given me one. Nor am I denying that there are some women who do not like sucking cocks. Sex is a personal thing, and we all have our tastes, preferences, likes, dislikes, etc. Some women who do not like sucking cock may indeed do it on “special” occasions, recognising that, while it’s not their thing, their partner enjoys it so, every now and then, they will make that effort/sacrifice for them. I’m not judging. I neither condemn nor condone. Personally, if I were with someone who didn’t like doing it, I’d rather they just didn’t. I can respect that; but I also respect that some will endure it on occasion.

But, the thing is, in my experience, most women do enjoy sucking cock; in absolutely the same way that they enjoy any aspect of sex.  Why shouldn’t they? Sex is enjoyable (to put it mildly).

I recognise, that Steak and Blow-Job is meant to be a bit of harmless fun; and for most, it is. But it plays on the conceit that sex is for men to enjoy and for women to endure. Does it result in women feeling “forced” into doing something they really don’t like because they feel they have to? Honestly, I don’t know, but it wouldn’t surprise me if this were the case.

To me, the whole premise of Steak and Blow-Job Day is condescending, especially to women, but also to men; and as much as it purports to be promoting something enjoyable, it can’t (in my opinion) be seen in anyway to be sex-positive.

Now, I enjoy a good steak. I also love getting my cock sucked; but surely the whole point of sex is that whatever activities you indulge in, they should be enjoyable to both/all parties involved.  If the woman I’m with happens to be a fellatiophobic vegan, then that’s just how it is and I should respect that. There are plenty of other things we can do (and eat).

So, eat steak, if you like steak, and suck cock, if you like sucking cock, and do both, either or neither whenever the hell you like and, if you don’t like either, never feel under any obligation just to satisfy the “requirements” of some completely made-up day.

KW

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