Every time I’ve had sex without love (that is less than a handful of times), it’s been pretty pathetic. I need to know the person—who they are. I can’t fuck a blow up doll that happens to be alive. Nothing there for me. But that’s just me.
Love is what I get off on. The idea that someone actually cares for me enough to make love to me. That blows my mind and can keep me aroused for days at a time.
There’s a difference between doing sex without love a few times, and making a regular habit of it. It is my belief that people who make a habit of it, or only do sex without love, have been badly hurt in their past. They no longer believe in love or that they are lovable. They think they are pieces of shit in some underlying way (which is not always, or maybe even rarely something they are aware of.
It’s the kind of thing that people repress—both memories of what happened and current feelings of crapitude. They go out and every new fuck reinforces the idea that they are hot and sexy and can manipulate people and have power, usually because that’s what they never had as youth.
Most of this comes from pain inflicted in very subtle or not so subtle ways as they grow up. Low self-esteem, of course. Sex is the only high that gets them to feel good enough to survive for a while.
There can be many games played around this. Often people who use sex this way have to up the ante as time goes by, engaging in s/m games of greater and greater intensity. They’ll often not care enough about themselves to bother using protection. It’s like gambling with their lives.
Many people who behave in this way will call themselves “pro-sex,” or “sex-positive,” and if they are women, they will claim this prerogative for themselves as part of the battle between the sexes. They say these things because it gives them an alternative justification for the behavior, and because men rarely have to defend themselves.
Personally, I don’t think anyone needs to defend the behavior, If women do, then men should, too. But I do think that if someone behaves this way, they should take a look at themselves, preferably through therapy, because they will probably find some deep pain, and come to realize that they are using sex to mask that pain. Then, perhaps, they can find another way to deal with the pain, and make it possible for them to have truly intimate relationships.
I say this, even though I have behaved in this kind of way, and I am not sure that I really do have a problem. But I know why I do it, and where it comes from, and I struggle every day to try to become whole. If I can do that, maybe the urges will go away. Maybe I’ll be complete inside myself. That’s the hope, anyway.
I hope I don’t sound judgmental. I do have a theory about this and I could be off base. But if I judge others, then I judge myself. Of course, I do judge myself. Quite harshly. It’s easier to understand and forgive others than it is to understand and forgive myself.