Back in University, while having sex with my 32 year-old militant feminist girlfriend, a phrase slipped out of my mouth. We were in that primal mode-in auto-pilot when weird sounds come out like goood and do it -fucker. This time however, out of nowhere I go, I love hurting you.
Instead of getting angry or disturbed, her eyes lit up and she said I love it when you hurt me.
That was the first time I totally understood what its all about. Love hurts and sex is hostile. As Robert J. Stoller writes in Sexual Excitement: the absence of hostility leads to sexual indifference and boredom. Humans are not a very loving species especially when they make love. In a time when everything is about egalitarianism and feeling good we are forgetting the merits of pain. What about the joy of dirty smells and helplessness? The joy of taking over someones body like snake with a frog in its mouth. I love that shit.
So without further ado, here is the VICE guide to the cruelest of lovemaking. The only sexual taboo left: getting reamed up the cake.