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Friday, September 11, 2015

Let's talk about sex, baby.


This is a story about cross-cultural learning, and sex.

I’ve told it to many other volunteers, and they all say I should share it with people back home.
So, here you go.

Side note: I’ve started to get really into The Lovecast in the last few months, a sex and relationship advice podcast by the always frank and entertaining Dan Savage.

So anyway, it was a chilly night about four months ago, and I was at a friend’s house. She was teaching me how to make chakalaka, a delicious side dish common to most of Southern Africa. I asked if she wanted to listen to this podcast, of which I had a few episodes on my phone. She’s a teacher at the high school, around my age, and relatively open minded. So we were chopping veggies and stirring the pot and then eating it with rice, and all the while she was attentively listening to the episode right along with me, never flinching or shaking her head in disgust at the frequent mentions of gay sex or pornography or S&M.  My phone battery was running low, so I turned it off for the remainder of our meal, and regular conversation resumed.

And then she asks me a question that simultaneously surprised and delighted me.
“So ausi, what is this g-spot I’ve heard about?”
People in Lesotho, and women in particular, are very suppressed and hesitant to talk about sex openly, even among people of their same sex. I was especially tickled because when I had asked her a few months earlier if she had had sex with her (then) new husband (but in a relationship for six years before that) before they married, she reacted like a shy twelve year old, giggling nervously and evading the question.

“Do you masturbate?”, I asked her. “Feel all up in there and you’ll find it.” She nodded and seemed satisfied. We continued eating, talking about this and that.

And THEN, she asked me about orgasms. “I can’t do it when we have sex”, she says, “But I’ve read about other women doing it, on the Internet and things.”

I was so happy to be having this conversation, and, smiling, I started to talk to her about the joys of different positions.

Due to a lack of jobs here, many couples live separately, including her and her husband. So as I was leaving, I asked if, like she does on many weekends, she would be visiting him the following one. When she smiled and nodded, I told her to tell me how it went.

A month or so later, I remembered this conversation and decided to check in with her. “So, how did it go?”, I asked. “It was GREAT”, she replied, smiling broadly. “I can’t believe more women don’t know about this.”

So she taught me how to make chakalaka, and I gave her some tips for how to have an orgasm. In almost a year of living here, it’s one of the most poignant cross-cultural interactions I’ve had.

Khotso.


All things grow. Happy Spring!


2 comments:

  1. Hell, even I am blushing - mostly I guess because it is my "child" writing this! Go Gracie!

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  2. How are your sex classes going at St Dennis? Do you talk frankly like this with your students? I'm pleasantly astounded at your frankness, openness. oxox Gammy

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