“You’ve fisted somebody?!?”
I’m looking into the wide eyes of my friend and coworker, suddenly remembering exactly how vanilla he is, and wondering if my casual mention of my proclivities was too much for him. I might have broken him. I had forgotten that, despite being fairly pervasive in the queer communities, intense penetration such as fisting can seem overwhelmingly extreme to some.
“Uh… Yes?” I answer tentatively, and he silently hugs me around the waist and walks away.
That was probably the beginning of becoming The Fisting Guy in my group of straight friends; they come to me with their fisting jokes, anything they can find with a fist on it, and their questions.
They come to me with all of their sex questions, to be fair, but the fisting questions are different. Unlike butt stuff, or choking, or blowjobs, their questions are never “How do I…” or “Am I normal for wanting… ” Instead, all they ever want to know is “Why?”
Why aren’t you worried?
Bodies are amazing things, trust me. The tissue and muscle around both the ass and the vagina is designed to stretch – you wouldn’t assume someone who can do a split will never be able to put their legs back together would you? The same goes for our orifices. Yes, fisting can involve some Olympic-level stretching, but with lots of warm up and lots of lube it’s perfectly safe (and super fun!).
“So I was one that operated under the thought process that my vulva would be ruined if I were to get fisted. […] At one point I had two LARGE hands inside me, which was an amazing experience. I think part of what I love about fisting as a bottom is the stretching and the fact that my vulva goes right back to how it was. It’s a beautiful, magical thing,” says Parker Smash, a submissive and professional switch.