Sometimes I scour the internet for hours in search of material for this blog. Other times it just plops right in my lap. Today, it plopped, in the form of a new visitor to this blog by the name of J.S., a 52-year-old married farmer (he said) who brought with him some very old-fashioned ideas about love and romance and how men can best access the “secret gardens” of the pretty ladies of the world.
No, really, he did,proclaming himself an infallable guide to
the ‘secret language’( sub and non-verbal communication), the dating game, or how very attractive women go about choosing which men they let into their secret garden and which ones they don’t.
The primary lesson he tried to impart: that the “secret garden” is a little bit like Fight Club: The first rule of Secret Garden is that dudes can never ask to enter Secret Garden.
As he put it:
You never ask a feminine woman ‘what she wants’.
If you ask what she wants, you will kill the attraction immediately.
Her desire is to be led by a masculine man.
This is what bad boys do. They don’t really give a shyt about her. It’s all about them and the conquest. Women respond to this because sex is virtually all they think about and nice guys are always supplicating towards her hoping she’ll give them the go ahead to seduce and have sex with her. Wrong, wrong, wrong. You’d might as well let your child drive your car on your next vacation.
Oh, he later amended this a tiny bit. You can ask a woman if she wants to have sex if, like, you’re already married to her or something. But you can never ask to enter her Secret Garden unless you’ve already entered her Secret Garden.
The fact is, you don’t ask women to have sex unless you’ve known them for a good while, or are in a relationship. And you never ask them to ‘have sex’ before you’ve actually had sex with them the first time. Or the only thing you’ll be getting is a cold shoulder.
So if you can’t actually use human language to find out if you can enter her Secret Garden, how can you enter for the first time it without, you know, being “falsely” accused of rape or something?
As they say in real estate, it’s all about escalation to the sex location, location, location.
Ok, that’s not exactly what they say in real estate. But here’s J.S., explaining the proper way to open her garden gates:
[W]hen interacting with a woman there should be only one thing on your mind… Is it cocky, funny? Is it humor. Is it talking about the weather? Nope. It’s about escalation to the sex location. If you don’t do this, you will be disrespected as a man, and find yourself lonely.
I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on “escalation to the sex location.”
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Once you get her to the sex location, though, it’s important to remember not to ask her anything about her Secret Garden, or really anything at all. By agreeing to go to your sex location — probably just your apartment — she basically is agreeing to you groping all over her trying to get into her Secret Garden.
I mean, this is all covered in your basic Being A Human manual, but in case you missed it I’m just repeating it.
Anyway, once you’re both there, you need to keep escalating so that sex will “just happen” without anyone checking in with anyone else verbally or anything, because actually getting some sort of verbal go-ahead for anything sexual is totally against nature.
This is why women are so fond of the expression, it just happened.
Again, nope it doesn’t ‘just happen’. It happens early in relationships because she allows him to be alone with her, allows herself to become aroused, then doesn’t resist.
Then the relationship starts.
Let me just repeat the bit I put in bold there:
she allows him to be alone with her, allows herself to become aroused, then doesn’t resist.
That may be the creepiest, rapiest description of sex (and/or the start of a relationship) that I think I may have ever read.
Remember, dudes, according to J.S.’s Rules of Secret Garden you are supposed to keep escalating (in the sex location), but you are never, ever, ever to ask her if anything you are doing is ok with her.
But ladies, if you want things to stop, you need to answer the question he hasn’t actually asked with a clear verbal “no” or “stop” or, you know, you could fight him.
Because it is so important that men never ask a woman for consent that it’s better for women to be put in the position where they have to literally fight off their dates to make clear they don’t want to have sex, rather than simply have a very brief conversation that would make the issue of consent completely clear.
The evil genius of this “don’t ask, because if you ask she’ll say no because you asked” formulation — which is common amongst MRAs, PUAs, and assorted other rape apologists — is that it puts the responsibility for date rape not on (male) rapists but on their (female) victims by making the issue of consent entirely her responsibility and giving him an excuse to pretend he didn’t know she wasn’t consenting.
I didn’t know she wasn’t into it, the rapist can say, because it’s not like I could just ask.
But of course you could have. You should have. The responsibility for obtaining sexual consent belongs to whoever is “escalating” the sex. If there is any any doubt about anything at any point, ask. Using actual words.
Yes, potential partners are likely to be turned off by neediness. But the idea that getting consent is the same as supplicating is ridiculous. And the idea that it is inherently unerotic will come as a surprise to anyone who’s ever engaged in cybering or phone sex or dirty talk in bed.
Are there really women out there who are so turned off, so offended, by the idea of a man asking for consent that they would reject a man they were interested in just because he asked, possibly in a charmingly filthy way, for a “yes” before he put his hand up her skirt?
They must exist. Louis CK has a famous bit about a baffling and unconsummated encounter he had many years ago with a woman who had what you might call an extreme “don’t ask first” fetish. I can only hope she eventually managed to find her way to a local BDSM group so she could explore her submissive fantasies in a safe, sane, and consensual way, as they say.
It’s bizarre to have to point this out, but, dudes: If a woman is into you, and into sex, she’s going to want to have sex with you even if you ask her first. Indeed, if her attraction to you is so fragile, and her sexuality so dependent on fantasies of being “taken” that merely asking her to have sex is enough to kill the attraction, well, you’ve probably dodged a bullet, to be perfectly honest.
Making consent clear is good for both partners. Not only does it, you know, prevent rape, but it makes for better sex. The partner who “escalated” the sex knows that what they’re doing is ok with their partner, who, in turn, knows that they’re with someone who respects their boundaries.
When you talk about sex — before, during, and after — you can find out all sorts of things about what your partner likes and doesn’t. You can share your own personal kinks. This actually enables you to do a lot more sexually than people who don’t talk, even if the man in that relationship is the most alpha alpha who’s ever alphaed, because you don’t have to guess.
We have language for a reason. Use it. In bed.
AHAHA STOP IT YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME
Fibinachi for the win!
Speaking of creepy middle-aged men, #mrapickuplines is trending on twitter. Someone with more followers than I have should suggest some from JS.
I’ll never get why creepers always want to share their amazing seduction tips with groups of what they assume are women (and ugly, man-hating feminist women, at that). What are we supposed to get out of these pearls of wisdom? Surely as a lady I already know the secret lady code to the secret lady garden.
(The garden is my vagina.)
Criminy! The more he writes the more repulsive he waxes.
Whaaat the fuck is with guys who think that if a woman is alone with you she is implicitly consenting to sex? That’s not how anything works! Obviously they’ve never had female friends, but have they never had to work with women? Been on the bus with one? Most people just do not think that way.
Escalation to the Sex Location is, clearly, the ultimate ’80s hair band name. What a missed opportunity J.S. that he did not think of it sooner.
Oh, man, reading the original thread… yes, kind sir, please give me the dating advice I need to snag an old, married, anti-feminist farmer in the boonies who’s still bitter about not getting laid in high school 40 years ago. That sounds dreamy.
I totally believe you are still as ripped as you were when you were in the Marines (which, if it happened, happened back while I was busy being a fetus) and your North Carolina accent is exotic as hell. Are you on Tinder?
Us horny wimmens is swarming him. I bet his kink is being mocked, it almost has to be at this point.
I love that he hasn’t yet figured out that this post exists, even though we’ve been telling him.
I thought farmers were more internet savvy these days.
Well, now I understand it all. Of course he thinks he’s the biggest stud in the stable: he interprets all attention as good attention. Pointing and laughing at him is all just evidence that we’re crazy with lust.
Fibinachi, pecunium, David, all the maleboobzers, are you paying attention? Hie yourselves on over there! Farmer JS is pulling the straight dope (right out of his ass) solely for your benefit here! Git to the escalating, guys! Our secret gardens aren’t tending themselves!!!
Parenthetically, this is why I love feeding trolls until they explode: invariably all the nasty, gross stuff (unexamined privilege, petulant, delusional entitlement, troglodyte social mores) in there just spills out for all to see.
Jeez, gillyrosebee, I wrote him poetry already. Now I have to hie myself over there and plow the soil now ladden with fertile assfaxx?
Only if I don’t have to scrounge for chocolate, too! The poor man would just explode from the attention we all piled on him!
Odd chap, that.
(And also, thanks to contrapangloss fromafar2013 Shiraz oraclenine leatapp gillyrosebee cloudiah Sam-I-Was? scarlettpipstrelle for the kind words. )
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Side-note: What is with the general troll routine of “To Get Women, Do XX”, “Ah, But I Do XX, So I Get Women, You Are All Wrong”, “Actually I Am Very Likable And Lovely, And Also A Marine, I Do XX”, “You Are All Cats And Not Femine”, “No, You Are Stupid!”, “Seriously, I Am A Marine, And Do XX To Get Women”, “Ha Ha, You Are All Just Horny Women Who Want Me, Because I Am Doing XX!”
It’s like a weird circle, where they’ve already decided the outcome of any conversation with anything they percieve to be female, disregard the content of the conversation, and just reboot and rethread at some point. Mikey did the same, Obsidian, others my scattered brain have long since assigned to oblivion.
It’s oddly like talking to someone who is sure they’ve found Enlightenment.
I can only assume its to frighten us ball-busting feminists out of our evil misandrist ways and into proper passive femininity. They’ve figured out the secret code, after all! It’s only a matter of time before feminism is totally destroyed!
how very attractive women go about choosing which men they let into their secret garden and which ones they don’t.
Men do it too! I know that I thoroughly tested hubby out before I let him see my hanging bourgainvilla. I mean, there’s sex, and there’s marriage, but then there’s gardening. Gotta have standards, don’tcha know.
Also Fibinachi, you are always a joy. JM, you’re definitely getting into the same ballpark of awesomery.
I prefer to think of my secret garden as more of a Myrish Swamp. Seriously, if a guy got that reference he really would have increased chances of being allowed in.
This might be misandrist of me, but neither “marine” nor “farmer” are turn-ons for my secret lady garden, so he’d strike out with or without speech to aid him. I also don’t like mimes or guessing games or being surprised or having assumptions made about me either, and I’m not crazy about anyone who thinks all women are exactly the same.
Oh, yeah, and I have a weird, feminist hangup about married dudes. Just gonna throw that out there.
That said, of all the lame shit he shat, that bit about how women say “it just happened” was just about the dumbest excuse for suggesting that rape is WAY cooler than communication that I have ever read, and I’ve read a lot of lame fucking shit like this. Seriously, Damn.
I live in a third-floor apartment, and I’ve long wished for a garden. Turns out I’ve had one all along, which great news! Can I just go ahead and start planting in my secret garden, or should I bring in some quality topsoil first to give it a head-start? I’ll also need to check with my local council on whether I can keep chickens in my secret garden. So much to do…
RE: Lili
Aw, don’t use ‘lame,’ Lili. Don’t be like that.
Also, it’s true! For me, sex just happens all the time! I’m just walking along, minding my business, and then suddenly me and hubby trip and fall out of our clothes, into bed, on top of each other, and then I don’t know, orgasms just HAPPEN! I swear, it’s like magic!
@LBT haha, “hanging bougainvillea”. If women have Secret Gardens, do men have Secret Mechanical Seeders? YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US.
I love how our troll pretends he’s the most listeningly listeny listener who ever listened, with a degree in Listenology from Listening University:
….before proceeding to lecture us all nonstop about what women want and completely ignoring/overriding/discounting everyone else’s perspective.
I’m sure he’s similarly respectful and heeding when he’s escalating his numerous dates up to the hayloft at Quantico.
Oh, David. I really liked this post! You word things so well. I know that’s a lame compliment, but you’re just so good at articulating what is wrong and why. These “game” fucknuts are so exhasperatingly predictable and boring. This is no mysterious formula secret they’re peddling. It’s the same bullshit for centuries and it’s grounded firmly in the FEAR of a woman’s enthusiastic consent. Verbalizing what you want frankly seems to be more of a turn off to PUA* types than women. Projection anyone?
I have never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, been turned off by a guy “checking in” during “escalation” – quite the opposite. I have, however, had more obligatory sex with dates where I felt I “owed” him sex because I “started” the making out, or chose the secluded venue, or even if he had done most of the driving or paid for everything, than I would like to admit. I was never pressured into sex directly but I was definitely saturated in the culture of women oweing sex to men for *reasons*. And in case there are douchenozzles who want to accuse me of victimizing myself, I take full responsibility for the decisions I made – but with most things, there’s more to it than simply me making my personal decision. Many influences are and were at play and it’s hard to shake the programming.
For instance, hubby and I got in a fight in the early stages of our relationship because he felt uncomfortable having sex with me while I was drunk. I had never encountered that kind of respect before and I saw it as a rejection and had a hard time believing him – like it was an excuse for not wanting me or something. It was and still is the first relationship I’ve ever been in where sex has absolutely nothing to do with obligation or pressure to “give it up”. I’ll tell you what, the vibe I get from someone who wants to fuck me, and my feelings on the matter aren’t important, will turn me OFF like you wouldn’t believe and make me want to get away.
Sorry about the wall o’ text.
*autocorrect wanted to chage PUA into “puss”. Quite fitting!
Damnit, JS, who is almost certiany MICHAEL, I made this whole new post about you and you only want to play with the old one.
CLOUDIAH!!!
“Aren’t middle-aged married farmers more like “alfalfas?”
(It had to be said.)”
You are rad. I love you.
Which is particularly weird, because he seems oddly fixated on young things.
And I <3 you too Nitram.
Man, maybe it’s a queer thing, but I’d say 100% of my first-time sexual encounters start with, at the very least, “hey, you wanna make out?” with like a “wow, wanna move this to the bed?” in the middle somewhere. At minimum! But my straight friends do seem to think talking about it = bad and wrong. After reading lots of Cosmockings at the Pervocracy, I’m inclined to blame Cosmo-style straight culture. I hope everyone can escape that shit in my lifetime.