Red wings

I recently came across this post on CL:

Got your red wings? if so this an ad for you if not just skip - w4m (Lower East Side)

Reply to: pers-XXXXXXXXXX@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-13, 5:08PM EDT

ISO Submissive males who earned their wed wings (ever gave oral while chick on the rag?)

I am not sure if the 'w' in 'wed' is intentional or not; I like to think this woman has difficulty with her 'r's, or else is looking for men who do. I did not reply, as the Lower East Side is not my beat, and I am pretty sure this woman falls below my standard minimum age (the use of 'chick' suggests as much, and her AIM name ended in 1983). But if anyone has earned their red wings, I have.

'Red wings' has always seemed an odd expression: why wings? But the Hells Angels, who popularized the term, liked to award wings to themselves, perhaps in mockery of the Air Force, so I suppose we are stuck with it. And it does have the advantage of making the Detroit ice-hockey team the butt of many jokes.

One of the more frustrating aspects of adultery is that, because days pass between assignations, it is not unusual to miss out on the bloody flux entirely, sometimes for several months in a row. Recently, however, I seem to have been lucky: I had a very bloody session with D at the Seton a couple of weeks ago, and just today had a couple of hours with F that left us both daubed in blood, sweat, cunt-juice, and come. A good argument for running several mistresses, then, is that this increases the probability of hooking up with at least one when they are in full flow each month.

The Hells Angels were notoriously sexist way back when, and so going down on a woman during her period was probably more akin to hazing or an initiation ritual than a genuinely sexual act for them (according to Hunter S. Thompson, they gave out black wings for going down on a black woman, and brown wings for ass-fucking). But for me, eating out a woman during her period is a pure pleasure. Sex is about many things, but one is the complete acceptance of the body of the other, and the unreserved offer of one's own body to the other. There can't be days of the week or times of the month when some acts are proscribed; there cannot be some parts or products of the body that are spurned or spat out while the rest are adored. I have no particular urge to try watersports, but I appreciate the impulse behind it, if it is about acceptance rather than humiliation.

The first woman with whom (these 'whoms' are getting everywhere) I had sex during her period was MRR, the one true, deep, abiding passion of my life. Since then I have tried always to persuade women to let me fuck them, go down on them, finger them while menstruating, and it is remarkable how many of these women have never done anything like that before. D had not - and yet now she is especially excited if one of our meetings coincides with the height of her period. F has, I think, been much less squeamish and uncomfortable about her own body, her blood; she took no persuading at all. Of the women I have fucked in the past couple of years, M has perhaps been the best attuned to my way of thinking and feeling, and A the least. A regards her period as a nuisance, and seems to enjoy nothing about it at all. Interestingly, A is the only one of these women whose tubes are tied.

Does getting one's red wings, as a man anyway, indicate some special sensitivity, or nobility? I don't know. College Call girl thinks so:

I’ve never been huge into period sex, although I think dudes who are willing are usually super-cool guys. If you can act like a grown-ass man about the fact that we women bleed of our va-jay-jays once a month, you will make an excellent boyfriend or husband.

You can find the rest of her excellent post on period sex here: Just One of Them Days

Googling 'red wings' still turns up, once you are past the Detroit Red Wings (and adding 'period' as a search term is of little help here, I warn you) plenty of offensive material. Men are jerks. But it is not some major achievement, akin to sainthood, not to be a jerk. Going down on a woman whenever she would enjoy it, and whatever the time of the month: that is just good manners.