A little while ago I watched this movie called Colette.
It stars Keira Knightly as the titular Colette, author of the Claudine book series, and focuses on how she had to fight to get recognised as a writer because the books were originally published under her husband’s name.
It’s actually a really interesting look at a pivotal figure in French literature… and Colette did have relations with both men and women… and look, yes, I did read in a review there was meant to be a scene where Keira Knightly gets fisted.
But I’ve gotta say, I’ve had lips around my wrists before and it was nothing like what happens in real life.
It’s like no one involved in the film had ever been fisted before.
I wasn’t expecting a graphic portrayal, but even what they showed was nothing like when you wrap your knuckles on a cervix.
Denise Gough is having at Keira Knightly, and Denise just lurches forward like Keira’s pussy caved in
I’ve knocked on heaven’s door, and that’s not how it goes at all.
No, what happens is, you’re usually just ploughing away at a girl with your two best digits, like, right on finger blasting, just giving the definition of the term.
You know that fingering where you’re going so hard out you’ve got to grab your forearm for extra support? And she’s just loving it, that’s the most important thing, otherwise what’s the point, right?
And she says, ‘more, I want you to put more in there’ between heaving breaths. So, you’re willing to oblige, and you stick a third finger in there, and you gotta check in, ‘how’s that?’ you ask, ‘yeah… good.’
And at first, it feels like a stretch, but then she just takes it. You’re pumping away, hand to forearm, and she’s loving it.
But you stare at her mound, and her clit, flushed and swollen, it stares back at you, a piercing cycloptic gaze.
‘You can handle this easy, can’t you?’ you say to it, ‘You want more, don’t you?’
And you ask, this is what I’m talking about. Communication. Any variation to the brief requires consent.
‘Baby, how about I put another in there?’ because all that’s left is your pinky. It’s just a little, tiny pinky, you’ve already got three fingers in there, and she’s taking it so well
And she says yes. Because right now, she’s a version of herself even she doesn’t recognise. She just wants it all.
Now you’ve got four fingers in there, all being squashed together into a wedge of digits. And you think this is it, this is all she can take, what you don’t realise is you’re just massaging her open for more.
You’re where the action is, you’ve got the best view. And what you can see is the palm of your hand, disappearing into flesh.
But you also see your thumb there, doing nothing, and you think, ‘this is all going so well, could I?’
‘Alright baby, I’m going to try get my thumb in there now too’ She’s having trouble focusing on things right now, but she loves the idea.
You introduce the thumb gently, slowly pushing it deeper with each successive thrust, and next thing you know, you’re performing crude ventriloquy inside your partner.
The next hurdle is your knuckles, that final barrier to full envelopment. You push in, encounter resistance, and pull out. You try this over and over, hoping it will give.
I’ve been there before, I’ve worn the velvet gloves, and they’re warm, and comforting.
And this is where I will call out a counterpoint to my own argument;
In Colette we are, allegedly, seeing a fisting scene between two women.
Women just have smaller hands than men – that’s not sexist, it’s fact. I believe women can do everything a man can with their tiny hands, even playing bass guitar. Saying anything to the contrary would be sexist
In fact, in this example having small hands is a benefit; I’m talking about making a puppet of your partner.
It is so much easier for a woman to be someone’s first fist.
However, I still feel that even if two women were to cross palms with pussy, there would still be several steps, and a degree of back and forth, involved.
I feel like the movie Colette grossly misrepresents how easy it is to perform a ‘french handshake’ and that university aged bi-girls all over the world who discover this movie on streaming don’t realise how much they’re putting their coochies at risk when they hit up one of their friends to fist bump their cunt.