The Worst Kinds Of Sex Partners

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The Worst Kinds Of Sex Partners

Do you like sex? I sure do. Both ways I had it. It was so good I hope to do it again soon. Until then, you can at least count on me to share my very few observations about the topic with you so you can be better prepared to grease the loins of your next paramour in a more mutually satisfying manner. And, as an added bonus, this article includes input from two friends who demanded anonymity lest their lives be ruined by the terrible secrets they bestowed upon me. And some of them are legitimately terrible. I used to think I was an amoral asshole, but man, my friends are despicable.

When it comes to having sex, one of the most important things is not being awful. That never gets said enough -- you need to not be horrible, and man, there are a lot of horrible ways to blow a sexual encounter, so to speak. I'm not saying you need to go to one of them porno schools you see in all the pornos about schools; I'm just saying you need a basic level of consideration for your partner. And with that in mind, never be these people.

The Dead Fish

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If you've ever been with someone like this, you know the problem right away. Having sex with a person like this is like going to the best burger joint in town only to lick mustard off of a napkin. These people don't like sex, don't want sex, or don't know how to sex, and all of those are valid, but don't have sex if that's how you feel!

In so many words, the dead fish is precisely what you think -- a person who lies there and takes your nefarious ministrations with no enthusiasm, effort, or participation. They're basically a sex doll that maintains body temperature. If you've never experienced this, count yourself lucky, because you've avoided the existential fear of basically knowing what necrophilia is like.

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At least vampires bite back.

There's nothing wrong with not wanting to have sex, but if that's the case you should probably do you and your partner a favor by not having sex. When you engage in the act and then pull off your best impression of current-day Lenin, it's disheartening for the person who probably has some vested interest in getting you to at least grunt once.

The Shock And Awe

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In some relationships, this type of behavior is perfectly acceptable and welcome, even. What is the shock and awe? It's the kind of sexual partner who likes to try new things, which is great and healthy. But this partner maybe doesn't always let you know in advance, which is less great and healthy and more uncomfortable and sometimes painfully wrong.

What sorts of things can one do in a sexual scenario that qualify as this? I'm hardly an expert, as I plan all my sexual encounters with graphing software ahead of time, but if you Google something like "anal without asking," you're going to get over 8 million hits, so it's not without precedent that a few people out in the world have tried to pull off some cloak-and-dagger bum sex caper without letting their partner know in advance, probably just hoping to slip under the radar unnoticed and stay there until the job is done. As an aside, if that has ever worked for any of you, please let me know; I'm dreadfully curious about how it happens. Nerve damage? Partner is actually a mannequin? The mind boggles.

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"This should distract her for the five minutes I need."

A good friend of mine informed me that her experience in this particular field of sexual what-the-fuckery was mostly related to the presence of foreign objects, which is to say an ex-boyfriend decided to go-go-Gadget their sex life with some extra attachments she was not aware of ahead of time. As she put it, she thought she landed funny on the TV remote, but instead it was actually just her man producing an impromptu vibrator from the secretive folds of the couch on which they were debauching each other.

When asked how that affected the entire sexual experience, she told me it ended pretty much right there, because, "Imagine you're cooking dinner and then, when you're not looking, the person you're cooking dinner for slips a completely unwanted ingredient into the pot, ruining the whole meal."

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They then stick a ladle up your butt. So it's just like that.

The Orange Lantern

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Here's some nerd trivia for you -- in the Green Lantern comics, if you're not aware, the Lanterns actually cover the entire color spectrum. If you endured the terrible movie, you know Yellow Lanterns exist and power their rings with fear. But there are also sinister Red Lanterns, zombie Black Lanterns, kind of lame Indigo Lanterns, and so on. And by his damn self in the universe is Larfleeze, the tusked space donkey that is the Orange Lantern, whose powers are based on greed. I hope I made it sound suitably ridiculous.

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If not, this picture should bring it home for you.

Like greedy Larfleeze, there are a few tragically misguided sexual misanthropes out there who will try to steal your soul with a cosmically powered ring. But there are even more of them who will just kind of use you as a giant, human Fleshlight. And trust that this is not a problem exclusive to one sex, as it seems humpological avarice crosses gender boundaries with ease.

I like to think this kind of person was artisanally crafted by a mix of impatience, poorly written porn, and maybe a tight schedule that prohibits giving any scenario your all. The result is a person who expects you to go to town, so to speak, and then once you get there, find your own way home because they have to get to sleep or go get their tires rotated or whatever.

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"I have to get up early to feed my ... dragon. Have I used that one before?"

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The Rough Rider

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Because I'm a cultured and multifaceted sort of cosmopolitan fellow, I follow the odd adult film star on the ol' Twitter. And when you do such a thing, you may notice an amusing affectation of porn fans -- their propensity to repeatedly and earnestly post messages to stars about how they would bang them like screen doors for 12 straight hours. While expressing your sexual vigor and stamina seems like a good idea, does anyone truly, and I mean literally here, want to be plowed like a field of soybeans?

Everyone surely enjoys a little dynamic and spirited round of hide the pickle now and then (or, for you pickleless lovers, a bit of the old squish the pudding skins), but let's keep everything in the realm of good taste and physical well-being. At some point you're going to create the same situation you get with poorly lubricated engine pistons, and that's a cracked block, or at least something that rhymes.

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Nothing that can't be fixed by a little lube.

No one needs to break, tear, rip, chafe, or otherwise bruise their bits during sex, unless of course that was the point to begin with, but don't confuse me with tangents. For old-fashioned boinking without any BDSM flavor, you shouldn't need to wear football padding or have to be iced down at regular intervals. But despite this, some people seem to think they can use your body like a bouncy castle that they didn't put the safety deposit on, which is just inconsiderate. Remember: Always ask before you try to push someone across the room.

Fet Life

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The world of sexual fetishes is vast and probably 73 percent awesome. It's great if you like to be covered in latex and vacuum-sealed to a specially designed bed and you found someone who enjoys doing that with you. But the key is having someone who enjoys doing it with you. There are few things weirder than being in a sexual relationship with someone, only to have them get to that moment when they bring up a particular kink and you have to decide if you're OK with it, and then they drop 20 more on you.

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This just about covers "clown stuff."

I don't want to sound like I'm saying you should hide your desires, but let's use some tact. You need to be able to read your audience and gauge reactions. For instance, when an ex of mine took it upon herself to tell me she once porked a family member, the look on my face should have indicated to her that maybe it was time to end the conversation and back away slowly, maybe blame the whole thing on a case of accidentally ingesting bath salts. Instead, she proceeded into the topic of scat. Hey! Good thinking! Incest goes best with poop, I hear.

You need to ease into fetishes like a warm bath. A warm bath filled with poop and relatives you have sex with. It's not the sort of thing you just jump into and certainly not with a blindfolded partner. It takes the fun out of sex when you go from turned-on to terrified that quickly.

The Hygienically Challenged

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Story time! Gather 'round, and I'll spin you a tale of sex most horrid. Once upon a time, when I was a young rapscallion on the go, I used to spend most weekends out at various clubs and bars with my friends, getting drunk and, well, that was mostly the only goal. We'd hang out and party and have fun and go out and dance and meet new people and be drunk with them, and then we'd repeat it every Friday and Saturday and sometimes Thursday if time permitted. It was a good few years. Except for one day.

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Two if you count Black(out) Friday that one Thanksgiving.

As is wont to happen every so often when you're a little inebriated and a little friendlier than is altogether reasonable, maybe you start buying drinks for a young lady who enthralls you not so much because she's charming and funny and pretty but because she introduces herself by mentioning how she wants to put your genitals in her mouth. Please don't judge; I'm sure both of us were not at our best.

Anyway, drinks were had, a cab was called, and before you can say "Herpes can be cured with rubbing alcohol, right?" we're back at her place. A brief shuffle-struggle of removing clothes and walking to where her bed was and we were half-naked and ready to engage in completely irresponsible coitus. Until I took a trip south.

Normally, I'm a giving sort of fellow. Happy to! I like to share the joy and make sure we're all pleased as punch at the end of our time together. But on this occasion, as I was venturing to the promised land I apparently made a wrong turn at the Bog Of Eternal Stench, and David Bowie's codpiece was nowhere in sight to save me.

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This is only the second time I've thought about this movie to induce a boner.

Now, I get that if you've been out dancing or whatever, you're going to get a little warm, mayhaps a little musky, and that's fine. I'm not expecting anyone to smell like a fresh-picked daisy inside and out. But I do expect you not to smell like a middle-aged trout that lives in a hospital biohazard bin.

The smell I was confronted with was how rock-bottom would smell if lifelong losers had an olfactory reaction to that moment when they realize they've wasted their entire existence. It was the sort of thing you don't actually think exists until you're confronted with it yourself, and then you're not even sure if it's really happening or if somehow the mattress you're on was accidentally stuffed with dead otters.

Needless to say, my initial reaction was not one I thought through very well, as I literally and for the first and only time in my life reeled back in abject panic. You know that scene in horror movies when a grisly monster hand appears and grabs the hapless victim's wrist? I reacted like that victim. Just unbridled fear and revulsion. I even gasped. And that's all fine and good out of context, but in context it was a full-grown man saying something along the lines of "bwaaaghh!" and leaping back with enough force to fall off the bed and into a dresser.

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At which point her sleeping cat leaped off and bounced on my head and onto the floor.

As you might expect, my new friend was unamused, which really is a shitty reaction to have. You ever catch someone in a lie, and when they're still trying to sell the lie they act all indignant and angry at you, as though you're the asshole for not believing them, when in fact you were totally justified? That's how this played out. It's not my fault her crotch was where hope chose to die, so how am I responsible for being grossed out by it? Run a cloth over that beast before you let strangers pet it.

So yeah, she tried to punch me and called me a fag a few times, as I recall, but all things being equal, I'm happier to be considered a gay guy with standards than a straight guy desperate enough to dip his spoon in that expired gulch of foul stew. So please, have a care for yourself and others; take regular showers.

For more from Felix, check out The 5 Worst Excuses People Actually Gave For A Hit And Run and 7 Insane Obituaries You Won't Believe Are About Real People.

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