Sort of related to our “Things That Only Happen in Romances” entry: What is up with all the heads thrashing in ecstasy in romance novels?
I was feeling kind of blah during the weekend, so I picked up a few old favorites and skimmed through my favorite bits, many of which involved the nookery. And the women? All of their heads, they thrashed. Often fitfully, and right before orgasm, or as the heroes initiated something shocking to their sensibilities, like having their tongues say “Hello, luv!” to their clitorises (clitores?).
The men grunt, groan, shudder and grind during le petit mort, but ne’er do they thrash. Is head-thrashing a girly thing to do?
I have to admit, I’ve had my fair share of really, really hot nookifying in my time, but never have I thrashed my head. Because dude, OW, WHIPLASH. But maybe I’m missing out on something?
I haven’t seen porn stars do it too often, either, but then I haven’t watched much porn—anyone want to weigh in on the state of head thrashery in hardcore flicks?
The only time I thrashed my head with any regularity was when I was 16 and really, really into Guns n Roses and Nirvana. Oh, also that one time when I was 14 and my brother was driving me back from school, and our Toyota got sideswiped by a Proton Saga. Head-thrashing was brief, but suitably vigorous and snappy.
Why can’t these romance novel heroines act like more conventional slutbags, and be satisfied with arching their backs and making keening sounds of desperate desire? All that vigorous head movement makes me think of this girl, who, God knows, did a whole lot of thrashing.