Threesome Being a Short Digression on Human Biology

As my dear readers may have noticed, it is very common in my world for women to have multiple sexual partners. In fact, this is not only the case among humans, but among most mammals as well as other classes of animals.

The first reason for this is simple biology. The birth ratio on my world is significantly skewed towards the male in that there are approximately five human males born to every female human. Also, women live significantly longer lives than men. Finally, even in your world, the greater the sexual dimorphism of a species, the likelier it is for the physically dominant gender to be polygamous, and that principle also applies in mine.

The extreme sexual dimorphism in my world means that all human societies are female-dominated, and cultural variations never vary in this regard. In the majority of societies in my world, women may take multiple husbands, and in the ones that are monogamous, women usually keep additional lovers in the house in arrangements similar to concubinage or slavery. Furthermore, women are socialized to be sexually adventurous and promiscuous, and having multiple husbands and lovers is considered a badge of prestige. On the other hand, even in recent times, men are still expected to be chaste and demure in matters of sex and other earthly pleasures, and to defer in these matters to the wishes of women. In this context, it is thus easy to see why it is that what is called a threesome in your world is merely a matter of course in mine.

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Those Lazy Summer Days

We'd remember them now but for those crazy summer nights.

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The Queen of Rock

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A Lazy Country Afternoon

Life in a farming or ranching town in my world has some similarities to that in yours. The pace is slower, things are simpler, and there's that faint tang of manure in the air. But you get used to it.

In other regards though, life and the division of labor is quite different.

A lot of light physical labor on farms and ranches are performed by hands, young men who hire themselves out for temporary work for a hot meal, a bunk to doss down in, and a little bit of cash. Much of the heavy and important farm work is done by women, who are usually farm owners or are hired on a more permanent basis, and who usually oversee the hands in their light tasks.

Life for a farm or ranch hand isn't all that easy, the hours are long, and the work unglamorous. Yet there persists a mystique in my world about these boys, healthy from the fresh air, strong — for men — from the physical labor, used to the unadorned life, and to the rough and tumble ways of cowgirls and country women.

In my world, there's also a mystique about country girls too, although not quite analogous to that in yours. I've written before about dalliances between hands and the young woman who stands to inherit the property. For these lucky boys, their days of slop buckets and uncertainty could well see an end, for in these relatively liberal times, even farm boys sometimes get the girl.

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At the Beach #3

Update: Fixed some glaring errors that I had overlooked but were spotted by the ever-vigilant Undersquid, who gets a virtual hug. May 7, 2009
Update: Fixed some errors in the shadow that BobManDo pointed out in the comments. This may never end. May 17, 2009

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The Love Nest

In my world, as I've written about here and here, it's very common for women to carry on affairs with multiple men. Many women maintain love nests, apartments in the city where they keep their boys, dropping in for quick lunchtime trysts or even afternoons off from the office. These men are oftentimes secretaries or assistants of their mistresses, but are usually just men with youth and looks on their side, latching on to any chance at financial stability. After all, a nice apartment and a steady income is difficult to come by for most men in my world.

Among the demimonde, competition is vicious and the eyes of women wander quickly to other men. Men in these relationships will do anything to keep their mistress' interest. Perhaps this is what makes women enjoy these relationships all the more, and what drives the jealousies of husbands who would love nothing more than to see this class of men spurned by polite society. Yet in spite of their best efforts, sometimes events and time conspire against these poor creatures, and they find themselves thrown unexpectedly and piteously to the sidewalk, faces streaked with tears, their futures bleak and uncertain. Hold your venomous thoughts awhile then, for the boy pictured above, for while he may be living high for now, providence may yet have a more unkind fate in store for him before long.

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Rough Women and Sex in Advertising

One of the most popular brands of denim and leather clothing for women in my world is Leigh, and their "Rough Women" advertising slogan has been in use for several decades. In fact, the phrase Rough Woman is as iconic in my world as Marlboro Man is in yours. While their older ads emphasized a rugged and individualistic woman against the elements, in their more recent years, their ads have become much more focused on sex. The first ad above is from a billboard, with enough hints of the fun stuff for women, yet safe enough for the averted eyes of sensitive men.

The ad below, meanwhile, has been running in the pages of women's lifestyle magazines.

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Night in the City of Lights

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An Afternoon at the Courts

I'd been down to the basketball courts just once before. My sister Tara plays ball there regularly, but that time I went, just to hang out and see what it's like you know, she was out of town for a state championship game. She's out of town often, see. She plays both basketball and baseball for her school, and this year she's gonna make All-State. She's always going out of town for games. So I went just once, cos I know if she caught me there, she'd belt me so hard I wouldn't be able to sit for a month. I didn't tell any of my brothers either, especially not Doug, cos he'd snitch on me for sure. There's always one in every family.

Timo goes though, pretty regularly. He goes he says, to flirt with the girls. It's a scene there, he says. If you wanna get with girls, he says, that's the best place to go.

Timo and I haven't been hanging out long. The last and only time I'd gone before hadn't been with him but with Andy and that was a coupla years ago. Andy and I don't speak no more. It's been a month maybe, not since I started hanging with Timo. I dunno why. It just is. Andy's too uptight anyway. He'd wanted to leave after hanging outside the fence for a few minutes. Not even inside. He said it wasn't right for nice boys like us to be hanging there. We'd been best friends since like forever, and now senior year in high school, a few months away from grad, it's all changed.

Last time I passed him at school he didn't even look at me.

Anyway, Timo told me to go with him, this weekend. "Your sister's out of town, for what, a week? We'll just go hang out, just be cool. No one's gonna even remember you were there." Tara'd been invited by a few colleges out east to check out their athletics programs.

Oh yeah, one thing about Timo, he doesn't give a shit about most things, but he's one that you'd call a jersey chaser. Some boys go for football players, some soccer players, some baseball players. Timo, he's into basketballers. I think he thinks my sister has a chance of making it after college, which she does, which Andy said is the reason he's hanging out with me at all, which was the last thing he said to me couple of weeks ago. So I told him what I thought he could do to himself.

Thing is, I wanted to say no to Timo. I wanted to say there'd be hell to pay if my sister found out, or Doug, which would amount to the same thing. Or Mother. But I said yes, because I didn't want Timo to think I wasn't cool. Timo's one of the cool boys.

So there we were, Saturday afternoon. It's not like it's a dangerous place or anything. The girls in the neighborhood who play ball hang there. And they got their little boyfriends there. And boys who want to just watch them play ball and flirt with the girls hang out there. Like Timo says, it's a scene. Just that the boys aren't what you'd call the good sort. So that's why Tara'd belt me something fierce if she saw me there. That's what sisters do though, keep their brothers in line, but it's all bullshit anyway. I mean, I know she's getting regularly with at least a couple of boys from my school, not to mention Jake her regular boyfriend. And who knows what she gets up to when she's out nights and weekends. She doesn't even have a curfew. It's like what Ms. Purdue said in class, about how you couldn't have the government, you know, give preference to one religion over another because it'd be like a double standard? Nobody ever calls this a double standard though, how girls get to do whatever they want and boys have to act a certain way. They just say that's the way it is.

One good thing, I didn't recognize any of the girls there as friends of Tara's.

There are rules about the place, just like anywhere. You don't have to be told, you learn just by looking. Gotta learn by looking almost with anything. They never teach the useful stuff in class.

So there are these wooden benches on one side, and you can only sit there if you're one of the girls' boyfriends or whatever. The girls play ball and chill out on the benches with their boys. The rest of the boys hang out by the fences, which is where Timo and I were. A couple of girls were standing around shooting when we got there but the rest of them were just sitting and joking loudly, boyfriends in their laps. Some of the boys on the benches gave us dirty looks. Timo just grinned. "Don't worry about the looks, it's just what happens," he muttered to me. We walked past groups of boys standing against the chain-link fence, chatting among themselves. A few of the boys said hey to him, but most of them ignored us. He picked a spot and we stood there and watched the girls a bit.

I guess you'd have figured that out by now but the girls who shoot hoops here are a certain type, you know, tall and athletic. I mean, my sister's six foot five and she's still growing, and Mother is taller than she is, but that's different. If I could do what I wanted, I'd come here to watch these girls play too.

The two girls who were shooting had stopped and were walking over to the benches and they glanced at Timo and one of them said something to the other, under her breath, and the other one just laughed. A couple of boys jumped into their laps when they sat down.

Timo started telling me this story about this party he was at last weekend. I guess I wasn't paying attention cos this girl Melissa Yeager had just came in the gate across the way. You probably heard of her if you're a college basketball fan. I mean she's still a freshwoman, but she already plays Varsity, and ESPN talks about her all the time. They say she's the next big thing, that she's gonna be a star in the NBA. She graduated from the same school my sister goes to and I remember when I went with my sister to watch a few of the games that Melissa had played in and there were reporters and tv crews from everywhere.

My sister's school is known for producing athletic superstars. People say my sister is gonna be the next Melissa Yeager.

I think by then Timo had stopped talking and had his eyes glued on her. She'd gone over to the benches where the other girls were and traded some high-fives and was getting some ribbing for being all famous and shit now. "Where are the ESPN cameras?" one of them shouted, laughing.

"Know who that is?" Timo asked me.

"Yeah."

He nodded. I glanced at the other boys. A few were gawking at her but most were all sorta talking amongst themselves and throwing little glances at her and the girls.

Melissa had flipped her tank top off. She'd taken one of the basketballs lying around the bench and was bouncing it idly while continuing to shoot shit with the girls, then she said, "Back in a sec, ladies," and sauntered over in our direction, dribbling the basketball casually. She winked and grinned at a few of the boys she sauntered past. "Hey Mel," they all said, dreamily, almost in unison.

"Hey boy," she said as she got closer. She was looking at Timo. Her tone of voice made it as if she'd known him a while.

"Hey Mel," he said. He sounded weird. "How's college?"

"It's... pretty cool." She was standing right over us now, basketball tucked under one arm. God, she was huge. She was quite a bit bigger than my sister, bigger than Mother, and until then both of them were the tallest women I'd ever stood next to. And at nineteen, she had a few years of growing left to go yet. "You heard I was coming back for the weekend huh?"

"Yeah." Timo hadn't told me anything about that. She reached down with one massive hand and caressed Timo's face. He kissed her fingers. "I missed you," he said. She smiled.

She nodded her chin at me. "Who's your friend?" she asked. She kept her hand on his face, but she looked me up and down with her large dark eyes. Some girls have a way of looking at you like they just stripped you naked. This was one of those looks. I shrank back, the chain link pushing into my back, and looked down. Looks like those can scare the shit out of a boy, make you feel all chewed up inside, but sometimes, you get thrilled more than scared. A chill ran down my spine. This was definitely one of those times. I felt my face get hot.

"He's Tara Connelly's brother," he said. "He's cool." I guess if Timo said it, it must be true.

"Tara's brother huh?" She was smirking a bit. "She know you're here?" She'd stopped stroking Timo's face and rested her hand on the fence high above us.

"Ya," I blurted out. I looked up. She raised her eyebrows. "Um, I mean, no." I bit my lip.

Timo started laughing. I felt so ridiculous I started laughing too.

"You're cute," she said. Which made me laugh harder, for some reason.

"Hey Yeager!" one of the girls yelled out. They'd gotten up off the benches and were fanning out across the court. "Quit chatting up the boys and let's see if you can show us what you learnt in college!" There were loud guffaws and jeers from the rest of the girls. One of them drove the net, sailed through the air and dunked loudly. More guffaws. I'd seen my sister do far better though, and she was at least a coupla years younger than these girls. And Melissa, she was obviously in a different class, even if you didn't know nothing about basketball.

"I already taught your brothers last night Ash, you can go ask them," she yelled back. The girls whooped and hollered. Timo laughed, so I laughed too. And then Melissa turned back to us and said to Timo, "I'm heading down to the beach later. Beth is throwing a beach party. Come with." She was stroking his face again.

"Okay yeah." Timo kissed her fingers.

"See if your friend can come too," she said, and she winked at me and chuckled. Then she turned and walked back to the court, my heart pounding with each crack of the basketball on the concrete floor.

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What She Wants

In my world, when it comes to relations between the sexes, the female is the aggressor. Men send signals of availability, and women make the choice of whether they are interested in them or not. Sometimes, women make unwelcome advances, and it is impossible for men, being so much weaker physically, to resist them. Furthermore, the legal and economic framework in my world doesn't make it easy for men to refuse. Men have few legal rights even in relatively progressive cultures here. To press a case, they require a female representative, usually a family member or a wife, in court to represent them, and cases of rape and harassment are civil, not criminal, matters. Furthermore, the court testimony of a male requires the backing of a female.

In other respects, the economic situation of most unmarried men is also quite unstable, and the prospect of having a regular female lover who may provide some financial support, even if she already has husbands, can be quite hard to turn down. For men in my world, choices are sometimes very easy to make, but very hard to live with.

Incidentally, the usage of language in my world is not exactly the same as in yours. Words that exist in your English may have a completely different significance in mine. One such word, in this context, is mistress. In my world, it can be used to describe the usually already-married woman in an extra-marital relationship with a single male, usually much younger than she is. Many words exist in my world to signify the male in such a relationship, many of them diminutive and condescending, such as boy, toyboy, hobby horse and side dish.

In the future, whenever appropriate, I will write more about how languages differ between my world and yours.

Update: Made some small modifications to the text, but not the image. Feb 8, 2009

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