Crotch Thinking: A Memoir of Lust & Damage
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Crotch Thinking is the story of one baby boomer's sexuality from his third year to his seventieth. Repression, hormones, and cultural forces led to a shotgun marriage and two daughters he adored and abandoned for a trophy wife. Passionate pleasure with her obscured the permanent pain brought on by his co-dependence and her alcohol and d
David Thomas
David Thomas, LMSW, is the counseling director for men and boys at Daystar. A popular speaker and the coauthor of five books, he is a frequent guest on national television and radio, and a regular contributor to ParentLife magazine. David and his wife, Connie, have a daughter and twin sons
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Crotch Thinking - David Thomas
ISBN 978-1-956696-36-3 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-956696-38-7 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-956696-37-0 (digital)
Copyright © 2021 by David Thomas
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Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1:Repression
Chapter 2:Crotch Thinking
Chapter 3:Married Life 1: Children Having Children
Chapter 4:Professional Progress, Relational Strain
Chapter 5:Temptation Rules Again
Chapter 6:Married Life 2: Passionate Pleasure, Permanent Pain
Chapter 7:Addiction Years
Chapter 8:A Child Won’t Save Us
Chapter 9:Married Life 3: Getting It Right
Epilogue
Endnotes
INTRODUCTION
For decades, news outlets periodically reported women’s accusations of sexual abuse by prominent and powerful men. But none of these had the impact of the charges against Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein.
In late 2017, the New Yorker and the New York Times detailed Weinstein’s alleged misconduct, and in less than a month, eighty-four women had publically described instances of forced oral sex, Weinstein masturbating in front of them, naked demands for massages, and rape.¹
A French actress told the New Yorker that Weinstein invited her to his hotel room in Cannes in 2010. While she takes a call from a friend, he goes into his bathroom, where she hears the shower being turned on. She later says that he came out with an erection and demanded she lie on the bed. ‘It was like a hunter with a wild animal,’ she said. ‘The fear turns him on.’
²
The sexual-allegation floodgates were opened, and media personalities Matt Lauer, Garrison Keillor, Charlie Rose, Kevin Spacey, and Dustin Hoffman; celebrity chef Mario Batali; NFL Hall of Famer Marshall Faulk; Senator Al Franken; and scores of other prominent men were publically accused. Many lost their jobs. By January 2018, millions of women in twenty countries had used #MeToo and #TimesUp to tell their stories.
Now, feminist author Mary Beard argues, I would shift our gaze from celebrity harassment to the cases of ‘ordinary’ [people]. We are going to make progress only if we all pull together—from the casting couch to the factory floor.
³ This book responds to Beard’s urging. It is an account of erection-driven life below the radar.
Crotch Thinking is a story about sexually propelled actions that cripple private lives in ways subtle enough to escape detection and display. The actions are insidious; although the damages individuals suffer are often serious and long-term, they are broadly understood and frequently dismissed as unfortunate features of normal contemporary life: Alcohol addiction. Lifelong struggle with weight. Prescription drug abuse. Promiscuity. Profound loss of self-esteem. Inability to trust. Depression.
All these happen behind the closed doors of family homes, Cub Scout parent gatherings, minimum-security jails, addiction counselor offices, and twelve-step meetings. When the events that precipitate them are noticed at all, they are dismissed with comments like Boys will be boys.
Or worse—She asked for it.
Victims are expected to suck it up and get on with their lives.
The conditions that create crotch thinking are physiological and cultural. Hormones happen to every human, and yet, even in 2019, little is done to empower young people to cope with the potent effects of hormones on immature thinking and feeling. In addition, while research has shown that medically accurate and comprehensive information about sexual health decreases risky behaviors, scare tactics, stigma, and shame continue to be hallmarks of formal and informal sexuality education.⁴ So crotch thinking rages on.
Crotch Thinking reveals the intimate details of one baby boomer’s life from his third year to his seventieth year. It illustrates the crucial importance, especially for men, of individual reflection on our sexuality—and of family, school, and community conversations about men’s sexuality—by describing what happens when these conversations don’t occur.
CHAPTER 1
Repression
I’m proud to be sitting on the big people’s toilet. It’s easy to tell from Mom’s reaction that I’m doing something good. Most of the time, doing good is my main goal. True, I slithered under the dining room table where Scooter was napping and pulled his tail hard, but I was as shocked as everybody else by how he jumped, barked, and knocked over a chair. And his snarl scared me. That explosion rattled me as much as it angered Mom and Dad.
My point is I’m a fairly timid kid. I’m generally compliant, mostly because I’m usually a little scared of what might happen next. Remember that time I decided to run away from home a year or so after the toilet incident? I didn’t get off our 60-by-120-foot city lot. Mom found me sitting in the swing that hangs from the rafters of the woodshed attached to our garage. Did Mom or Dad ever catch their preschool son with a knife? Throwing rocks at the windows? Even marking on the walls?
So when I’m on the toilet, I’m feeling pretty good about myself. I’m fiddling with my penis, but it’s an absentminded fiddling. Then Dad pokes his head in the door to check on me. If you play with that thing, it’ll fall off,
he snaps and scowls. Knock it off!
Dad’s growl shames me, scares me, snaps me from my usual identity as do-good Dougie to morally suspect, shameful twerp.⁵
This happens partly because Dad can be scary. He’s not a huggy guy. His long hours at our family’s mom-and-pop grocery store, his naps, and his other activities mysterious to me keep us from spending much time together. Plus, Dad’s the enforcer parent. When my sister and I get out of line, he threatens us with his razor strop, a pair of narrow, connected two-foot slabs of thick leather made for honing a straight-edge razor. It’s a scary weapon, and he can make it pop really loud. The few times he actually uses it bruise our calves and bottoms. When he’s really ticked off, we get rudely boosted down the hall to our bedrooms, one kick at a time. It’s frightening, and it hurts.
At age three, I also don’t know much about my body. When I run in the alley’s dirt and gravel, my balance and coordination usually guarantee that I fall at least once. To keep from seeing double, I cock my head to look out of my right eye, and when Mom or Dad notices, they tell me to Look straight
and Stop squinting.
I know next to nothing about what I’ve heard my folks call my private parts.
So Dad’s disapproval and stern warning sting. I’m just touching what feels good, but it’s clear I’ve stepped over a line. Despite my pleasure, there’s obviously something wrong with fingering there. I can tell from Dad’s face and voice that this is serious business. Like when he violently kicks Scooter as the dog tries to rub himself on Dad’s leg. Like when grown-ups talk about the hotel near the end of Main Street where a red light always burns over the entrance. Like my folks’ disapproval of that Saturday Evening Post story about Mae West.
At the time, it doesn’t occur to me that I’ve never seen Mom and Dad kissing, hugging, or even touching each other. But their physical disconnection significantly shapes the world I live in. Most nights after dinner, my older sister and I huddle around the Zenith console listening to The Green Hornet, The Shadow, or The Jack Benny Program. Dad usually sleeps in his chair—after 1951, in front of the television—and Mom occupies her sofa seat on the other side of the living room, darning socks, making a to-do list, and, late in the evening, smoking cigarettes and sipping a juice glass of jug wine.
During a visit to Aunt Helen and Uncle Robert, I see them kiss when he gets home from work. It looks like a regular thing. I notice Aunt Emmy and Uncle Fred comfortably standing side by side, each with one arm around the other. But even when Dad really blows Mom away on their wedding anniversary with sterling silver service for eight, she sheds tears of gratitude standing by herself on the other side of the dining table. They stand next to each other for the Brownie Hawkeye photo of the event, but Dad’s delicately holding the tip of the blade of a silver knife in one hand and proudly pointing at it with the other while they both face the camera smiling. They don’t touch or look at each other.
Mom and Dad’s avoidance of intimate, personal touching, and what I later learn is sexual stuff, fits what many people in my world seem to prefer.
I enjoy playing at Grandma Thomas’ house, for example, even though there’s no hugging or cuddling there either. Lots of smiles and good times; not much physical affection. At Thanksgiving, we cram more than twenty aunts, uncles, and cousins into her bedroom-sized living and dining rooms. Genuinely happy greetings welcome everyone but no hugs. My sister, Lynn, and I have great fun playing with cousins Kathy, Frank, Amy, and Jack, but we don’t wrestle, play tag, or do anything that would put us in physical contact. It’s like most of the play spaces I’m in are shaped by the noes that lurk at their edges. The spaces are defined by what’s prohibited, unspoken rules governing what can be done and what can be talked about.
When Lynn first tells me with great authority what happens down there
when a man and a woman get together, it’s clear that I’m supposed to keep it secret. My inarticulate preschool sense is that touch, closeness, private parts, and intimacy all go together and they need to be kept hidden because they’re somehow shameful, dirty, and bad. I’m not sure whether the direction of my development happens despite or because of this climate. I know it is influential.
The Kinsey Institute reports common examples of two- to three-year-old children masturbating regularly. I’m not this highly sexed—or whatever it’s called—but before the first grade, I do spend time thinking about girls, partly because family members enjoy hearing me talk about it. When I’m six, I boast to anyone who’ll listen that I have sixteen girlfriends. I’m not sure who’s counting or what girlfriend
means, but I’m vividly aware of Nancy.
She is a spitting image, to me at least, of the young Shirley Temple. Artful makeup, glamour shots, movie posters, and feature film exposure all work their magic on me. Shirley Temple is so appealing! Her dazzling smile, vivacious bounce, effortless singing and dancing, quick wit, and adoring entourage draw me close and excite me. It never registers that she is more than a decade older than I am and that, by the time of my fixation, her early career has peaked. Woolworth and J.C. Penney still stock Shirley Temple dolls, phonograph records, mugs, hats, and dresses, so it’s easy to make the comparison between Shirley and Nancy.
Nancy is also six and lives only two blocks away. When I look at her, all I see is adorable ringlets cascading over her ears and a dimpled smile that sparks me just like Shirley’s posters do. I’m dazzled. I daydream about her. Think about her before I go to sleep. Our moms facilitate a pleasant play date or two, but predictably, our relationship
doesn’t go anywhere.
And the die is cast. Along with, and not always subordinate to slingshots, bikes, war games, and sneaking down the block to play in the millrace, girls, femininity, and attracting and being attracted to the other sex are important parts of my life from early on.
I don’t actually date a girl until I take Vivian to the Fox Theatre for a Saturday matinee when we are both in the sixth grade. Recently, my wife told me that this was a little unusual too; she wasn’t allowed to date until she was eighteen.
I spend secret time planning how to get my arm around Vivian while at the show. Observations of other couples and conversations with male friends help define this for me as the kind of intimacy that is not only desirable but also possible in the dark of the theater. It is exciting—sexually exciting, in fact—to think about. As it turns out, I spend most of the film trying to get up my nerve, and my arm ends up around the back of the seat more than around Vivian.
As I get my growth spurt, my voice cracks and lowers, and my body sprouts hair in various places, more of my waking hours are focused on girls and sex. It’s hard to appreciate today how