{"id":133128,"date":"2017-11-17T08:19:19","date_gmt":"2017-11-17T13:19:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=133128"},"modified":"2025-02-03T22:01:13","modified_gmt":"2025-02-04T03:01:13","slug":"rules-of-the-game-to-keep-in-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=133128","title":{"rendered":"Rules of the Sex\/Love Game to Keep In Mind, Thanks to Howard Hawks"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nElaborated from Twitter:<\/p>\n

In our current moment of sexual harassment claims sweeping the nation (which I will not debate: if you feel defensive, you need to ask why. If you feel like saying “not all men,” you completely don’t understand what’s happening. If you want to bemoan the loss of “flirting” then I’m slightly frightened of your definition of “flirting”. I’m done debating with men about this.), I have been thinking a lot about this line:<\/p>\n

“I’m hard to get. All you need to do is ask me.” <\/big><\/p>\n

This line shows up in three of Howard Hawks’ films: To Have and Have Not<\/i>, Only Angels Have Wings<\/i> and Rio Bravo<\/i>. Clearly it had great meaning for him. It has always had great meaning for me too. It puts in plain words the problem, and also the solution. It seems as though the line SHOULD be, “I’m easy. All you have to do is ask me.” But that’s not the sentiment at all, not really. The line forces you to think about sexual dynamics and how it SHOULD work. Howard Hawks, that tough gruff immature man (no dis – I’m immature woman in many ways – although I prefer the term “free” or “outlaw” or “wild child” or something like that), was at heart a romantic, with an Ideal in his head of the kind of woman who got his motor running. She was NOT “easy.” She held her ground. She didn’t fall into bed with you. She kept her own counsel. BUT – and this is key – she was not a hardass or a Man Hater who had to be broken down. She wanted to get in bed as much as you did. But you had to work for it. She liked her independence as much as you do, bub. So you had better be worth it. And in my experience, that way works best anyway. I know it’s hard, boys, but anything worthwhile is hard. <\/p>\n

I absolutely LOVE Liz Meriwether’s recent essay “Men Don\u2019t Get to Decide What Counts As \u2018Sex\u2019”<\/a>. It pretty much puts into words my thoughts on the matter, especially since there are a lot of women who – judging from their words – resent male sexuality in general and wish they never would express it. I am not one of those people. I totally understand that women are not a monolith in their tolerances, desires, reactions: everyone comes to this with their own life experiences, and no one should tell anyone else to loosen up or change or any of the rest. I would never do that. But along with that comes my OWN reaction, which is equally valid and also exTREMELY hard-won, I had to claw it out of the EARTH, and it comes from my own experiences and tendencies and proclivities and all the other big words, and so here I am speaking it. I hope to God the “future is not TOTALLY Female” because I love Teh Boyz. Now we’re living in complicated times – and how these men who are now getting busted – across the board – think about sex and what they think sex IS needs to be examined – by THEM, not by US, because we WOMEN already know about it. The first time I saw a penis – in person, that is, outside of porn – it was waved in my face by a stranger who called me over to his car and then started jerking off furiously – jerking off AT me. These are not isolated incidents. I literally do not know one woman who has not had a similar experience. And worse. That was an act of violence and intimidation against me. Penis as weapon. My first time seeing one. Nice. Thanks so much. It’s a miracle any of us still want to sleep with you at all. <\/p>\n

But if you read Meriwether’s essay, she lays out the case exactly. <\/p>\n

Sex is not being in a room with a man masturbating in front of you, unless you are very excited to be there. If that\u2019s your thing, please go forth and have fun. \u201cHoney, how about we go out to dinner, watch a movie, and then I put on a winter coat and stand in front of you while you masturbate?\u201d Fantastic. I\u2019m glad you found each other. In that situation, there\u2019s been some kind of conversation beforehand. This is what you both want. There\u2019s trust between you and also probably some kind of reciprocity \u2014 if you\u2019re turned on by someone masturbating in front of you, chances are that you will probably end up masturbating too or at least falling asleep together while watching The Crown.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Expressing your sexuality needs consent. Otherwise you’re not expressing your sexuality at all. <\/p>\n

In other words: in Howard Hawks’ words: “I’m hard to get. Just ask me.” Who knows, I might even say Yes. But you can’t assume. You have to ask.<\/i><\/p>\n

The most stereotypically macho of my boyfriends – the man I have written about ad nauseum<\/a> – a man who rolled a pack of cigarettes up in his sleeve unironically<\/em> – said to me soon after we met, “I feel like I hit the jackpot.” He went out on a limb and “hit on me” – and I was “hard to get”. I mean, I really was. I walked away from him mid-pickup-line. Most men would be put off. But he wasn’t. He adjusted his approach and asked again. And once he “asked me” … well, I was all over it<\/i>. And he reaped the benefits of open enthusiastic consent, which, seriously, if you haven’t experienced it – just give it a try! Game-changer. <\/p>\n

Who would deny themselves the experience? There’s nothing like it in the world. He asked me for my phone number. Drunkenly, for sure, throwing himself into the abyss of the Unknown. I only mention his macho qualities because he is an example of a man who inhabited his macho-ness with respect for what it could mean, who downplayed it in the initial stages so that I wouldn’t be scared of him, because he understood the Rules of the Game. This is not manipulation. This is not trying to trick me into saying Yes. There are sociopaths out there and you have to watch out for them. But his “come on” allowed me so much room to answer either way. He knew how things worked. <\/p>\n

Years later, circa 3 a.m., watching White Nights<\/i> (of all things) on late-night TV, he said to me, out of the blue, out of a silence that had lasted for two hours: “There isn’t a word evolved enough for what we are.” <\/p>\n

My relationship with him was the first one that made me not afraid of men and obliterated the memory of the guy in the car who jerked off at me. He was the one who basically forced me – without even knowing he was doing so – or who knows, maybe he did, he was very very intuitive – to move past that and accept that all men weren’t like that. That sex wasn’t something done AT me, but WITH me. That male sexuality wasn’t always violent. His could be fierce but that was only because I was into it that way. We read each other like books we had memorized by heart. He did all this because that’s just how he was. <\/p>\n

And I was pretty hard to get. All he had to do was ask me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Elaborated from Twitter: In our current moment of sexual harassment claims sweeping the nation (which I will not debate: if you feel defensive, you need to ask why. If you feel like saying “not all men,” you completely don’t understand … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[119,488,1422,427],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133128"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=133128"}],"version-history":[{"count":39,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":197048,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133128\/revisions\/197048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=133128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=133128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=133128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}