Please me, the demand masquerading as request, two words bearing the gravity of expectation. Children say it innocently, really looking for permission. Adults use it as a weapon, therefore making love reliant on performance and valuing you by how well you anticipate their demands.
Please me tells the truth about connections founded on servitude rather than on partnership. One person constantly performing; the other is always judging. Exhaustion in the guise of commitment. But there's another side: the vulnerability of requesting to be satisfied, confessing you have needs, wishes, and preferences that count. Partners bargaining enjoyment, learning each other's tongues of contentment, please me can be truthful communication rather than deceit.
The issue is not seeking to be pleased but rather requesting it as homage. Healthy relationships involve mutual pleasure, a dance in which both partners alternately lead. Nobody should spend their lives assisting in someone else's leading part. The expression goes, first please yourself; you cannot pour from empty cups. Self pleasure is survival, the oxygen mask you guarantee before assisting others to breathe, not selfishness.