Humiliation In Parts - Part One

Humiliation in parts - Part One

TW - reference to a sexual act under the cut.  Also, just... way too much information about me.  There is a lot of things I won’t be tagging here.

In the thirteen years he and I were together I think I can count on one hand, maybe two, the number of times he performed oral.  Yeah.  And when he did it wasn’t exactly ‘enthusiastic.’  He tinkered just enough to make us both uncomfortable, and give him the gall to say say “but what about that Tuesday last month?” when he was making some unrealistic demand.

I never pressured him to do it, hell, I didn’t even ask for it. I wouldn’t want him to do something he had an aversion to (though I’m sure we could speculate why he didn’t want to do it).  However he ensured that it was never something I actually wanted or asked for.

Just a cute little diddy that doesn’t speak to me at all.

/sarcasm

It's difficult for me to discern if this anxiety and social panic was a part of me prior to and exacerbated by him, or if this is purely a symptom of him.

Having met him as a teenager I really can't tell what problems were mine to begin with and what he caused.

He has been too much a part of the creation of me.

Tossed out a group invite, included the woman I’m into right now. It’s been 6 minutes and no one’s responded ( or read the message).

My brain is telling me it’s because they hate me and are rolling their eyes at the message preview.

Humiliation in parts:  Part Four

So in my early thirties I came out as Pan - this does best describe my attractions.  However owing to several things I can say with certainty that I will never be with a cishet man ever again.

This has posed a bit of a dilemma for me as I have very very limited experience with women or (lets speak plainly here under the cut - tw named body parts and vague reference to sex act.  Not tagging)

  with vulvas.  Most of us want to be ‘good’ and to please our partners;  I’m extremely concerned with my lack of experience, because I would be devastated if I left my person unsatisfied.

I’ve had this discussion with people and I kind of feel fluffed off - “Just do what you like!” they say.

Ha ha ha.  About that.

I was with him since I was 18.  I had a significant amount of experience prior to that - but it was never focused on me, and lots of it was straight up horrible/traumatic.  The rest was, well... not exactly satisfying. 

What I’m trying to say is, because he did it so infrequently and I had very little quality experience prior to him (and with him), I don’t actually know what I like.  Which is humiliating on its own as an Adult(TM).

Another layer to that humiliation is wondering IF I like it.

I hated it with him:  Try lying on your back with your legs open for someone who isn’t really “into this” and stressing about if you’d shaved sufficiently, when the last time you checked for razor bumps and moisturized, what he’s going to say about how you smell, not to mention worrying that you’ve forgotten something on the grocery list and he might flip shit again and choke you out when he realizes you’ll have to go back to the store.  Don’t actually try it; just note it’s not exactly recipe for enjoyment.

I don’t know if I like oral.  Because of that I don’t know how to give oral. I also don’t know if I’m going to be able to try either without having embarrassing and debilitating flashbacks or panic attacks. 

He is just the gift that keeps on giving.

Ghosts

Driving in our his neighbourhood this evening. That tightness in my chest returned.  I held my breath when I drove past our his road.  

The neighbourhood is haunted.  Cursed.

I really miss sharing body heat.