Dear BedPost,
How much is too much information to tell your friends about your sex life? I don’t seem to mind gossiping about it to my friends, that’s just kind of how we are. But, my boyfriend is not happy with how much I share. Who’s right?
Dear reader,
Guilty, party of one.
My friends and I, particularly my lifelong friends, are a stereotypically bad episode of Sex and the City, but instead of talking about our sex lives in designer clothes over brunch, it’s usually over beer and pizza or drinking milkshakes in my driveway.
If you’re open about sex like I am, your friends and you probably just so happen to have these types of conversations — it’s only natural. But, trust me when I say this; it’s much better to be safe than sorry and have to put your foot in your mouth.
It’s one thing to talk about a random hookup to your friends the next morning, it’s a whole other animal to go into great detail about your boyfriend’s member or how good your guy friend who you hooked up with is at the art of sexting.
Obviously, it’s completely up to you and your partner how much you share about you doing the dirty. And while you may be totally comfortable talking about this kind of stuff, think about who it concerns. Be respectful of his wishes. You can totally still have dirty talk with your girlfriends, just at a level that you and your partner are comfortable with.
You may be the one on the receiving end of these acts, but that doesn’t mean you’re free to shout it from the top of Baker.
Although if the sex is that great … feel free to brag to me about it. I’ll keep your secret. You go, Glen Coco.
Kristin Salaky is a senior studying journalism and a slot editor at The Post.
I get paid to talk about sex. I am the wrong person to ask about this topic. It’s all I do.
But if I had to put myself in your shoes — the shoes of a lay person concerned about discussing his or her lays — I’d say it depends on the group you’re with.
If you’re with a crew of some of your oldest friends, who you’ve known since elementary days, you probably have the green light to let it rip. Unload your stories with delight and gusto. It’s healthy to share in that arena and really your only chance to do so in any legitimate capacity.
Your mom doesn’t want to hear any of it. My mom doesn’t read this column. My mom doesn’t listen to the podcast. There’s good reason for both. Mom’s hate this ish.
Coworkers are also a no. Coworkers are creeps. Don’t tell them anything personal. Nothing good has ever come from confiding in a coworker. They are snakes and deviants. Don’t even talk to them about anything. Keep your head down. In fact, quit your job.
Casual friends are a gray area; you could probably get away with revealing a little bit, but not every detail, especially if they are shared friends between you and your boo thang. Tell them about the particularly impressive performance he gave after that party on Saturday. Maybe leave out that he’s into getting slapped in the face and called women’s names during sex. That’s a smidge personal.
Just think about who you’re talking to and act accordingly. And remember, don’t tell your mom any of it.
Ian Ording is a senior studying journalism and Copy Chief of The Post. Want to know how to win a man back? Email him at io312410@ohio.edu.
