I’m no stranger to anal. A former fling was obsessed with it, and I’ve tried it many times since then. And I generally fucking hate it. I know it’s not “cool” for women to hate anal, but I usually cannot stand full on anal sex. Butt plugs? 10/10. Pegging someone else? 11/10. But taking a full dick up the ass? Nah, I’m good. That being said, it’s something I’ll occasionally indulge for the sake of a partner’s pleasure. It’s a trade-off and a kindness, like when someone will rewatch *Scandal* with me even if they hate it and know I’ll talk the whole time.
My then-boyfriend/now-husband Henry and I talked extensively about anal probably in our first month of dating. I laid out my reasons for disliking it (long prep time, lack of personal enjoyment, feels weird to sit down for hours afterwards, etc.), and he laid out his reasons for liking it (pretty much just novelty). After I described my trade-off mentality, it became the yard stick for how much one of us did or didn’t want to do something.
Him: “Want to go to [insert sports match here] this weekend?”
Me: “I’d rather get fucked up the ass.”