This cougar life
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A scene from Nollywood movie “Lagos Cougars”
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When I was in Form 1, I dated a guy in Lower Six. I must have been about 12 years old at the time, and he about 17. Dating Kodjo meant that he would visit me on Sundays during the designated visiting hours in my catholic single-sex boarding school. I thought he was beyond cool. His age alone made him desirable. One could spend the entire week being sent by seniors on never ending errands but all would be well on Sundays between the hours of 2pm-5pm when you strolled around the school compound with your boyfriend (who was the same age as the seniors) by your side. Somehow that felt like a one up, which made me feel cool. I never imagined that decades down the line, this situation would be reversed, and that by the age of 36, I would dwarf some of the men I became sexually involved with by a decade.
Recently, as I was walking toward one of my friends at an arts festival, another guy said in reference to me, “She looks like a cougar. Is she one?” I wonder what gave him that impression. Was it my slightly too short denim skirt? Or was it a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’?
The word cougar in its current cultural context sends me
into paroxysms of rage. A woman who dates or has sex with a younger man is a
cougar and a man who dates younger women is a what? Of course no such term
exists. Cougar implies several things, some of which are complimentary—an
attractive older woman who can pull younger men—and others, which in my
opinion, are not so complimentary. Such as, an older woman who hunts down
younger men, and devours them sexually.
For the younger men involved in such a relationship, being
sexually devoured by an older woman, in and of itself is not a bad thing. For
the older woman there is a strong sense of societal disapproval. Many years ago
I was in a bar with a younger male friend. I was attracted to him, as he was to
me. Our friendship was platonic. At one point in the evening a group of his friends
came over and he introduced them to me. As one of the guys was leaving he
whispered into my ear, “do you know how old he is?” I was too stunned to
respond. And slightly hurt too. What was he trying to tell me? What he was
saying was clear. This is an inappropriate relationship. The real irony for me
is that I have never initiated a relationship with a younger man, or any other
man for that matter. As feminist as I am, I’m not much of a risk taker when it
comes to starting a new relationship. I like for the other person to make the
first move, and if the attraction is mutual I respond accordingly. For the
longest time I would ignore the advances of younger men, and then one day I
thought, ‘why the fuck not’?
A relationship between an older woman and a younger man can
become the ideal relationship in contexts such as Ghana, where traditional
heterosexual relationships (where the man is older and usually wealthier than
the woman) are very often transactional. By definition, a cougar does not need
money from a man. She does not expect her younger lover to take care of her
financially. What she needs is for him to take care of her sexual needs, and
she is not shy about that. This is another plus for the younger man. The games,
which our hypocritical societies have taught young women to play, get thrown
out of the window. No longer do you have to be involved in the elaborate dance
of ‘wooing’ a woman when what you really want is to have sex with her. There is
a particular honesty in the sexual relationship between an older woman and a
younger man that does not exist in traditional heterosexual relationships.
When I want to have sex with my younger lover I whatsapp him
and ask if he wants to come over. Nine times out of ten he will be at my home
within the hour. When he is feeling horny and wants to come over I say yes if
it’s convenient to me. And that’s a tad unfair but that’s just the way the
cookie crumbles. Maybe that’s the other advantage of an older woman/younger man
relationship for me. The dynamic is not the same. He is not in a position to
boss me around. He knows better than to try to dominate me. He can have fun
with me, tease me like any friend would do, but he knows where the line is, and
he knows who determines whether the relationship will continue and how long it
will last. He knows when I’m sexually satisfied, and when I’m not. I please him
because pleasing my partner in bed is sexually satisfying to me, but I’m
definitely not having sex for his pleasure. Sex becomes an act that’s for our
mutual pleasure because the minute the younger lover falls below par there is
no need for the relationship to continue.
But it’s not all ‘gravy’. For the most part cougar type
relationships tend to be secretive. My younger lover comes to my house in the
evenings and leaves before dawn. When I see him in public we act like we are
ordinary friends. I won’t be introducing him to my parents. And I know that one
day, he will probably marry a woman his own age.
Main Source; this is africa
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