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Mallory Ortberg, aka Dear Prudence, is online weekly to chat live with readers. (Sign up below to get Dear Prudence delivered to your inbox each week. (Don’t) talk dirty to me: My husband is a smart, nice, funny guy.
One issue was that he was raised as a bit of a prude and was always dead silent during the act. We cannot have a single conversation, not one, in which he doesn’t add some sexual comment in the crudest possible terms. Now I can’t even say “good morning” without getting a long, rambling, B-porn-movie description of highly specific sex acts. A: If you have already repeatedly said to your husband, “Please stop talking dirty to me in public” politely, and then “Cut it out, I’m embarrassed and turned off” less politely, the problem is not that you have failed to effectively communicate your boundaries to your husband.
In an effort to spice things up, I asked him to talk dirty to me. Yes, I like dirty talk, but not when we’re discussing who’s going to drive his elderly mother to the doctor to get a mole removed. For example, we were at dinner the other evening with his mother and my parents and sister. I’m annoyed to the point that our sex life has all but come to a standstill. The problem is that your husband does not care that his dirty talk embarrasses or alienates you to the point of no longer wanting to have sex with him. : I recently attended a wedding of one of my husband’s college friends.