
“I would hate that move,” a friend tells me of the BJHP as we compare notes on our early years of giving oral. “Sometimes, I would resist by stiffening my neck and there was a little struggle. I didn’t like giving blow jobs, because it felt like this was one more thing for the guy. Blow jobs seemed like a relinquishing of power.”
"I gave them a ton when I was a teenager, because I wanted my boyfriend to like me — wrong reason — and convinced myself that I liked it; and then realized I didn't when I was in college,” my friend J shares. “It was like, ‘Look how sexy and cool and good at this I am,' and then, I got older and was like, 'This is starting to feel demeaning and weird.’"
“Just the idea of 'keeping them happy’ makes me feel fairly queasy,” a sexually self-actualized friend groans when I explain this. And I agree with her — but that’s how many of us first experience giving head and how many guys first experience getting it: as a favor, an "act of kindness beyond what is due or usual," not a mutual act that could and should be pleasurable for all. Both men’s and women’s media and every dumb sitcom joke about a guy wanting nothing more than his dick sucked by his priggish girlfriend (and maybe a steak afterward) have depicted blow jobs as sexual currency. Men single-mindedly crave them while women reluctantly give, but only sometimes, the way you'd take out the trash or resign yourself to your partner's movie choice.

That’s shitty. That sucks. It's one thing when we don't enjoy giving oral because of the physical specifics of the act. It's another when we don't like it because both neither we nor our partners have ever seen it as a shared experience, one that involves communication and reciprocation in the form that the giver likes, and we never graduate from high school dynamics, with boys who drew their clearest ideas of sex from porn and believe they have to wheedle a BJ out of us to get it — because surely, we couldn't actually want to give it.
Let's fix the blow job. Let's ditch the idea that it's a service, boycott the BJHP, and bow out of the power struggle. “Blow jobs became something more worth investing in after my boyfriend learned how to reciprocate, which didn't happen until the end of college,” J says. (Which reminds me, I’d like to commission a study of the average length of time between the first time a woman gives head and the first time she gets it.) “I was like, 'Oh okay, he likes doing this for me, and now I feel more comfortable and eager to enjoy doing it to him.'” That’s not a favor. That’s a connection.
The Bed Post is a series that explores what holds us back from loving and fucking whom, when, where, how, and why we want. We all deserve sex that’s not only free of obvious evils, but full of what is good. Let’s talk about all of it. Follow me on Twitter at @hlmacmillen or email me at hayley.macmillen@refinery29. I’d love to hear from you!
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