I'm The Inside Spoon And I'm A Dude

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When it comes to spooning, sometimes you just want to be on the inside.


And that begs the question, what's wrong with a strapping, straight dude not minding being hugged from behind while lying in bed? (In all fairness, it's a different question than, "What's wrong with a man crying?" A man's allowed to cry when something bad happens to one of his kids, his wife leaves him (penniless), his parents die or he's drunk. There are probably a few other permutations of when it's OK for a man to cry, I've just never heard them.)

The inside spoon (like riding on the back of a motorcycle or ‘bitch' as the cycling community affectionately calls it) is a position of submission and tactical inferiority (how was that, Dwight Schrute?). And I personally think that it's a sign of equality, allowing a lady to have the back spoon. Who am I kidding? It's just not natural for a dude (one into ladies, that is) to ride the inner spoon, is it? Maybe one day our children or our children's children will live in a world where it's OK (or at least tolerated) for a proud, macho dude to ride inner spoon.

Any closet inside spoons out there? Tell us your stories.