I have no interest in sex, but I try. If he initiates, though, I feel attacked and like I have no choice (past abuse and rape), so it doesn't usually happen on his terms. Several weeks ago I tried to play along. He's into fisting. It's not awful, but it is slightly painful. When we were done there was blood every-freaking-where. I felt so disrespected. How do you not stop when there's blood!?!?! Of course I had to clean it up the next day--from the sheets, the pillows, myself, etc. Today he informed me that we have a mediocre sex life. I quit. He can find it somewhere else.