Porn Star Jiz Lee started promoting International Fisting day at the start of this month, but I didn’t hear about it until Tuesday when I was asking a friend for ideas for blog posts.  The first thing I did, of course, was to Google “fisting day.”   On Tuesday, not many posts came up.  Today, on International Fisting Day,  that number has multiplied significantly.  

I’m going to admit something that sort of makes me blush.  A lot.  The term “fisting” is one that didn’t enter my active mental vocabulary until relatively recently.  Sure, I remember reading or hearing Susie Bright reminiscing about working on a movie as an advisor (I believe it was Bound?)  She describes a fisting scene in the movie.  It’s an important moment in film because it shows two lesbians in a very realistic way that hadn’t been shown before. While I could clearly imagine the physical act of fisting as she described the scene, the term ‘fisting’ itself was one that passed me by.

I actually had to Google the term “fisting” during the last presidential race.  Remember the slip-up some news anchor had when she said “the Obamas even like fisting,” or something like that?  Yeah.  I know!      And, being a mostly straight chick, the actual act of fisting was something I hadn’t really thought of much at all even after the giggles and links to the Obama thing had passed.   I grew up in a conservative town with conservative parents (who, I’ve talked about before only really pretended to be sexually conservative.)  If there was any talk about sex in the house, it was of very straight conventional cock in pussy sort of sex.  I know my brothers joked about oral sex, but it was only one way around–girl on guy.  

I think that the blog post by  Jincey Lumpkin is a particularly moving and relevant post, and, rather than try to summarize her post, I’m just suggesting you read it.  (really, click the link)  

For people who were raised the way I was–fisting is hardily on the radar.  And, that’s a shameful bit of ignorance. Fisting deserves a rightful place in the sexual vocabulary for all, and not as some side story meant to induce embarrassed, uninformed giggles.  When my kids ask me how two women have sex, I will tell them.  And, fisting will be part of the discussion.