Let me say here and now, without shame or blush, that I like the
missionary position. Making love while lying on my back with my husband
on top is familiar, comfortable. It's the meat loaf and mashed potatoes
of the sex manual. If you're hungry, it fills you up; if you're tired,
you can still manage a morsel. Beluga caviar it ain't, but like a
Quarter Pounder with cheese, you know how it's going to look, how it's
going to taste and how long it will take to eat. And if you want to make
it fancy, you can always add fries and a salad.
At one time
the missionary position was sex. As a kid, if I read about sex or
glimpsed a love scene on TV before my parents switched channels, that
was the position the couple was in — the man on top, the woman gazing up
at him adoringly. But then came the '70s. The hemlines went down and
women went up. Indeed, woman-on-top was virtually compulsory, and anyone
who didn't have a sexual repertoire to rival the Kama Sutra had to hang
her head in shame. Feminists and sex experts united in the view that
the missionary position made a woman passive and subservient to her man.
And no wonder we didn't always climax — in that position the clitoris
probably wasn't stimulated, and neither was the G-spot!
Overnight,
lying on your back was OUT. If you wanted to be cool and empowered, you
had to get out from under and take control, or throw away your chances
of the Big O forever. But are we having more or better orgasms with the
wealth of positions we've cricked our necks and twisted our limbs to get
into? Has our athleticism and improvisation improved the quality of our
lovemaking? A reconsideration...
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