We have a wonderful article by Korey Lane at Glamor. Korey has a problem with her attraction to conservative men, while being a progressive Lefty and perpetual victim of oppression. Let us see if we can help her sort through her problem.
When someone asks about my worst hookup, I have plenty of options to choose from, but I inevitably end up telling the same story. It’s the one where I started arguing with a Trump supporter at a bar and then before I knew it, I was waking up the next morning in his bedroom.
Gives a whole new perspective to the phrase “Riding the Trump Train”
There were flags everywhere: Ronald Reagan’s face was emblazoned on one of them, “Don’t Tread On Me” made an appearance on another.
And not one of them at half-mast. Hint-hint, nudge-nudge, say-no-more!
I say it was the “worst” not because the sex was bad, but because, well, see above.
Just say the sex was mind-blowingly great. If you had to list the worst sexual partner, it would undoubtedly be a skinny soy-boy latte, attending Aztec underwater basket-making classes, and carrying pamphlets on the plight of Guatemalan water-snake.
This was in early 2016 and—while it doesn’t excuse my choice of partner—it was before Pussygate, before the suggestion of violence against his opponents,, and before the realities of a Trump presidency really set in.
Excuse before who? Who do you think is interested? Oh, that’s right, your Lefty friends. Those people who will condemn you for sleeping with “the enemy”.
So while I found a lot of his comments abhorrent, hooking up with one of his supporters wasn’t quite the moral conundrum to me that it would become a few months later.
Your honor, my client acknowledges the severity of her crime. We ask that, given her willingness to plead guilty, she be charged with the lesser crime of “Assault with-a-friendly-weapon”.
To my own surprise, we kept hooking up and—despite the fact that our political opinions were diametrically opposed—it didn’t feel weird.
Probably had something to do with the fact that he was handsome, eligible, well-spoken, decent, reasonable, affectionate, attentive, respectful, and intelligent. In other words, everything that a woman would value emotionally in a man.
When we texted, we’d naturally argue about politics, but also about other things, like if corn or flour tortillas made for the best tacos, or whether Drake or Kendrick Lamar was the better rapper (I said Kendrick, of course).
So in other words, you weren’t hooking up. You were dating. You were learning about one another and having cute little mock fights. You were sharing time together and enjoying each other’s company. Sounds lovely!
When we met up in person, that pent-up anger would turn into frustration, which would turn into a sort of competitive tension that resulted, inevitably, in sex.
Play-fighting. It’s as old as pulling pigtails on the schoolyard. Adorable.
I knew we’d never be anything more to each other than a hookup, but I didn’t care.
Bet you still remember that he prefers flour tortillas. Olé!
The sex was hot, and it was uncomplicated in the sense that neither of us expected—or even really wanted—any strings attached.
Unless the string in question came in the form of a Trump Tie. Then game on, sailor!
And since I was confident in my political convictions, all that witty banter about tax codes, emails, and border walls was the foreplay I never knew I needed.
It was a demonstration of his intelligence and confidence. Women aren’t attracted to idiots and cowards.
I assumed it was a onetime experiment, but shortly after we ended things I started sleeping with yet another Trumpster who I was inexplicably attracted to.
It’s not inexplicable.
https://nypost.com/2018/01/27/science-says-conservatives-are-hotter-than-liberals/
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2325414/Men-physically-strong-likely-right-wing-political-views.html
https://theindependentwhig.com/haidt-passages/haidt/conservatives-understand-liberals-better-than-liberals-understand-conservatives/
You’re just attracted to hot, strong, sexy men who understand you. Bravo!
This, I’m sorry to say, was after Trump had secured the nomination, but in my defense I was still pretty certain we were going to elect Hillary Clinton, so I could ignore the fact that this guy’s family wore MAGA hats.
You keep suggesting that these were hookups. But you’re sharing emotions with the first and meeting the family of the second. I think these guys meant more to you than you care to admit.
Harder to ignore was his conviction that if Clinton won, we would automatically go to war—with which country, he couldn’t say, but he was certain that a woman president would lead to war because…emotions, maybe?
Emotions…or the kind of judgement that led to the Arab Spring, the ignoring the Iranian Uprising, the abandonment of our troops in Benghazi, the erroneous Russian-rest button, and our fake Syrian red line.
But yeah…lets go with menopausal emotions. Sure.
I have no idea. He was ill-informed, sexist, and loved to start arguments with me.
I wonder why?
But once again the thrill of the election and the friction of our differences made the passion so much more palpable in bed.
Didn’t have to go too far there.
So I pushed aside his ingrained bigotry and instead let it wash over me, filling me with a desire to prove him wrong—or maybe to just be on top of him.
Bow-chicka-wow-wow!
As much as I don’t like the idea of sleeping with people whose values are clearly the opposite of my own, I can’t seem to stop, especially since the election.
Then why all the apologies for fraternizing with the enemy before the elections? Could it be that a major blow to the libido is the prospect of having a “Yes dear” liberal twink on top of you?
I’m an extremely competitive person and knowing that the guy I’m with is on the “winning” team (even though I’m still correct) just forces that competitiveness into overdrive.
Repeat after me: “I am attracted to winners. Losers bore me”. Say that until you can do so without being bizarrely ashamed of it.
Even when my annoyance with Trump and his supporters turns into depression, anxiety, and frustration, I still get an odd sense of vindication after sleeping with one of them.
So, attracting and bedding a winner is a vindication? Is this a confession or a how-to article?
Honey, that’s how it’s SUPPOSED to work! You’re not the weird one. Your Lefty blue-haired, cobweb-crotched, pretend-friends to humanity are the weird ones!
And it’s by no means just a way to feed into that whole “What if I can change him?” cliché. I don’t need any of these Trumpsters to actually like me. It’s merely because I’ve discovered that crazy political tension also makes for great sexual tension.
No, you couldn’t possibly LIKE someone with whom you’re making whoopie. These guys are obviously just hook ups…with whom you have meaningful conversations, family encounters and amazing sex. But the two of you don’t have to LIKE each other or anything. Perish the thought!
Plus, in an odd way, sleeping with Trump supporters reaffirms my own political and personal values.
50 shades of Gray meets West Wing.
I don’t think I could ever have a serious relationship with a one—I can’t be with someone who won’t understand why the news sometimes causes me to burst into tears, or why I want to throw my phone across the room after reading the President’s latest tweet.
Translation: “I know I’m an emotional wreck and need a boy with a foam rubber backbone to put up with it. Real men will either tell me to grow up or walk out in disgust. So I keep them at arms distance.”
For me, differing political ideologies are a deal breaker.
And a libido booster.
But that only makes me more OK with accepting these flings for what they are: Opportunities for excellent hate-sex.
You are trying to bang conservative men into voting for Democrats, huh?
You know what…forget everything I’ve said previously and SPREAD THE WORD!!
And to be able to walk away unbothered, unburdened, and sexually satisfied makes me feel powerful at a time when many people with my liberal leanings have never felt less in control.
So unbothered and unburdened that you had to write an article apologizing for it.
Is this a sustainable pattern? Probably not.
It would mean having to moderate your positions and accept that conservatives are not cruel monocle-wearing, psychotic mass shooters who enjoy breathing noxious chemicals and feed off the pain of minorities. They just have different opinions about law and social policy.
So, no. Probably not something you could pull off long term.
For one, it occasionally brings me added stress and it isn’t really the kind of relationship I want in the long run.
No woman wants amazing sex with an intelligent and assertive man in her relationship.
It causes stress.
But for right now I can highly recommend hooking up with someone whose politics you hate.
Seriously, I WILL send you pamphlets and build you a website if you’ll agree to take this on a speaking tour.
As long as you don’t forget to vote.
Ah, yes. Do not forget who really owns you, ladies! Your minds, your hearts, and your souls belong to your progressive overlords! Dissenters will be persecuted!
Let’s remind ourselves how this article began:
“When someone asks about my worst hookup, I have plenty of options to choose from, but I inevitably end up telling the same story. It’s the one where I started arguing with a Trump supporter at a bar and then before I knew it, I was waking up the next morning in his bedroom.”
Korey, nothing you’ve laid out suggest that this was your “worst” hookup in any meaningful sense, save for the self-contradicting narrative that the Left has pushed into your head.
Ditch those losers and come on over to the other side, where the men and women are intelligent, attractive, funny, and courageous. Both your sex life and your friendships will mean more to you because they are based on value, not political affiliation.