Posted by: Dan Savage
Topic: Flirting, Adultery—The Usual
Two quick items...
1. Last week Wendy strongly implied innocent, healthy flirting—conscious or sub—leads to compulsive cheating, adultery, and heartbreak; today she attempted to clarify her previous post with another dangers-of-flirting post that seems to equate flirting with an alarming personal encounter endured that seemed to teeter on the edge of sexual assault. So "those" people that were baffled by Wendy's first post on flirting—I am all of "those" people—remain baffled. To condemn flirting, which Wendy described as "toxic," she's cited two scenarios that have nothing whatsoever to do with flirting. That's confusing, right? Or am I just easily confused?
2. Mark Morford is a columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle. No one can pick apart the hypocrisies of the Bushies, fundies, and killjoys quites like Morford. Well, this week Morford wrote a column that says, basically, don't listen to "experts." You know—me, Wendy, Helen, Greg & Amiira. Newly single, Mark has some observations to share about mating:
Here is the big lesson, the thing that keeps coming at me, again and again and again: No one has the slightest clue how to make love work.
I know. Shocking. But truly, it's weirder that you might think....
For every happily married couple I know (and I do know a few), there are three more who are confused and tense and battling all sorts of doubt and crisis and regret. For every wedding announcement, there are two more separations. For every guy I know who's tremendously happy to be settled, there's another who wishes he could've had "just one more year" of unbridled freedom.
It goes on. For every woman I know who simply can't wait to have kids and who tears up in front of a newborn and whose biological clock is ticking like Dick Cheney's pacemaker in a gay fetish dungeon, there's another who has quietly realized she should maybe never have become a mother. Or that it's not all it's cracked up to be. Or that it's wonderful and profound, but oh my God the changes and the sacrifices are just never-ending and it's insanely difficult and You. Have. No. Idea.
What, still too obvious? Oh, it gets juicier.
Couples you think were rock solid and perfect have fallen apart, screamingly. Couples you thought wouldn't last a year have made it to 10 and show no signs of slowing. Couples who got together in college and were miserably mismatched took a decade off and had lots of sex with other people and then got back together and it's now the perfect, true thing. More or less. Unless it's not.
See, at a certain point, all the variants become so astounding, so dizzying, so universal, that you finally realize (yes, for the 1,000th time) there is no rule. There is no pattern. The exceptions are the rule. There is no approach that, overall, seems to work for most people most of the time. There's not even a hint of a possibility of a whisper of a rule and anyone who deigns to tell you differently, be it a church or a parent or a relationship guru, is, to put it gently, astoundingly full of crap.
That would be us, I guess. But I would argue to Mark that one of the ways you acquaint yourself with the various ways relationships work, don't work, come together, fall apart, etc.—with all the exceptions that constitute the rule—is not just through personal experience, the experiences of friends and relatives, but also through reading about other peoples' experiences—and the take that, yes, the self-appointed "experts" have on what it all means. You don't have to take what the "experts" say at face value, but the POV of an "expert" can help you test your own theories and, ultimately, make up your own mind.
Another bit of Mark's essay, this time on infidelity...
Oh, and one more: Infidelity. Oh yes. Here is perhaps the most fascinating topic of all, the soul's dirty little secret, the hottest of love's hotbuttons. Because maybe you used to look at adultery and say, oh my God, no way, it's just so wrong, horrible, hurtful, dangerous. Maybe it was even your absolute rule. Unassailable. You simply do not cheat. Do not wander. Not ever. No no no no no.
Except, yes. Except when you get to know someone -- or perhaps multiple someones -- for whom, for whatever unexpected reason and unquantifiable mutation of love and body and life, it becomes actually understandable. Justifiable. Encouraged, even. Still painful, hurtful, dangerous? Yes. But if you're honest, your boundaries will shift. Your definitions will blur. And what's more, you realize that this is how it has to be.
Couldn't agree more. When it comes to an issue like adultery, flirting, or open relationships, "no, wrong, horrible, hurtful, dangerous" leap to mind... because those are the easy answers. In reality life, and love, are way more complicated than the easy answers so many "experts"—myself very much included—offer up to us.