Women Are Olympic Athletes of Pleasure—Men Are Just the Towel Boys!
Picture this: sex is the Olympics. Women are the finely tuned, world-class athletes—capable of running marathons of pleasure, pulling triple backflips of ecstasy, and breaking records in multiple categories of orgasm.
Men? We’re the guys on the sidelines handing out towels and water bottles, maybe clapping a little too loudly, hoping someone notices we’re part of the team.
Yet somehow, sexual culture has been scripted as if men are the show. Spoiler: they’re not. Sex is not supposed to be a quick 100-yard dash where the guy celebrates his personal best in under three minutes. It’s supposed to be a decathlon of female pleasure—slow, rhythmic, powerful, and beautifully unpredictable.
Why Women Are Built Like Pleasure Olympians
Let’s get anatomical:
Multiple Orgasms: Women can reset and go again like the Energizer Bunny on espresso. Men? One and done. Cue awkward roll-over and snoring.
Different Orgasm Types: Clitoral, vaginal, blended, cervical, nipple, G-spot, A-spot, U-spot… men get one orgasm type. One! Women are the Baskin-Robbins of orgasmic flavors, while men are plain vanilla in a cardboard cone.
Intensity Levels: Women can go from a soft purr to an exorcism-level scream that rattles the window panes. Men? A grunt and a nap.
Sex, biologically speaking, was designed as a festival of female pleasure. Yet most bedrooms are still running under a male-centered operating system, and women are treated like spectators at their own Olympics.
Why Women Need Orgasms (and Men Don’t)
Here’s the kicker: women actually need orgasms. Science backs this up—orgasms flood women’s bodies with oxytocin, dopamine, and endorphins that lower stress, boost immune function, improve sleep, regulate hormones, and make their skin glow like they just got a $300 spa facial.
Men? The health benefit of ejaculation is basically, “Congrats, you’re temporarily less cranky.”
A satisfied woman gets sharper, calmer, more radiant. A satisfied man just gets sleepy. See the imbalance here?
My Research—Conducted in the Field (Literally)
I’m not writing this from the armchair of a clueless academic. I’ve spent years giving hundreds of women orgasms—yes, plural. I’ve been the coach, the trainer, the water-boy, and the cheering section. I’ve seen women’s pleasure transform not just their sex lives but their entire lives. I’ve seen women go from frazzled and anxious to glowing and unstoppable, simply because someone finally treated their orgasm like the main event rather than an optional side dish.
The Comedy of Male-Centered Sex
Think about how absurd our cultural script is:
Movies show the guy collapsing in ecstasy while the woman stares at the ceiling, thinking about her grocery list.
Magazines offer men “ten tricks to make her orgasm,” as if it’s a party trick you do once at a bar.
Meanwhile, women are sitting on this unlimited nuclear reactor of bliss just waiting to be properly switched on.
It’s like having a symphony orchestra in your living room and only letting the triangle player perform.
TIME TO Flip the Script
Here’s the radical idea: let’s flip sex culture upside down. Women are now going to assume their proper place as the featured participant in any sexual endeavor between a couple.
Sex is about her pleasure, full stop.
Men are the facilitators, the ushers, the towel boys.
Women are the athletes, the stars, the champions.
And when we honor that, sex stops being a clumsy male sprint and becomes what it was always meant to be: a celebration of women’s infinite orgasmic potential. It’s really about time.
I liken our current sexual culture to early times when women’s clothing was designed without pockets— because a woman who could carry money could assume control away from her pocket-denying louse of a husband. Our culture is so inundated with male-centered pornography and the generally accepted concept that women’s sexual role is to please her man. In reality, with sex being a women’s sport— we should adopt a proper set of women’s rules. And those rules will designate men as towel boys & orgasm summoners, charged with coaxing as many spectacular and glorious orgasms from the woman as she desires. Only after she is done may he be rewarded with his one pathetic mundane orgasm. And then before he falls asleep, if she wants more, he’ll make sure she gets more— because she can!
Final Thought
So, ladies—train like the athletes you are. Demand your orgasms. Insist that sex revolve around your pleasure- not his.
And guys—accept your role with pride. Make sure she orgasms often. Accept the injustice of your single ordinary orgasm against her orchestral fireworks display of varied orgasms. We’re just the towel boys. Women are the athletes and beautiful stars of any sex show.
It’s like a husband who has a Ferrari sitting in the garage. He takes it out once a week, drives it cautiously around the block, never shifts out of second gear, and then puts it back under the tarp like it’s some priceless museum piece. Meanwhile, that machine was built to roar down the highway at 200 miles an hour, to hug curves, to burn rubber and make bystanders weep with envy. But no—he’s content to idle past the neighbor’s mailbox and call that ‘driving a Ferrari.’
Women must finally demand to be driven properly. 😉
Men, you’re not the rock star—you’re the roadie. Tune the guitar, set up the stage, and then cheer her on as you watch her blow the roof off the arena.
YoniMaster Rick
