That I’m trying to be the sex police, I feel I should clarify my position regarding yesterday’s post.
What people do in their bedrooms is their own damn business. I have friends that range from the extreme of not doing oral (and yes loves, THAT is extreme) to…well, I’ll direct you to Knob-Slobbing Feminism (which is NOT solely about knob-slobbing, but she is a self-professed kinkster and dear friend). Whatever floats their boat and keeps them happy, I implore them to stay true to self and sail on.
Further, if a partner hits me with some futuristic I’m all this:
and none of this:
It’s not about not wanting the good time. It’s not about not enjoying and appreciating (the hell out of) the good time. I guess to a certain extent, what I said could have been construed as not endorsing a person to have any regard for their partner. Or maybe I sounded petulant. “The hell he thinks he is…coming in here to give me orgasms.” Neither is the case. Great sex is muy importante. And as with any good partnership, there will be times where their enjoyment takes precedence over your own. Seriously,
HOWEVER, we’ve all had that partner(s) who have seen one too many flicks. Or maybe they are missing a little something within, rendering them oblivious to the fact that they are worth more than the sum total of their genitalia (or whatever other fancy cliché you deem appropriate). I’m sure every woman can think of an experience where their entire reproductive system was treated like an enemy combatant in the name of back blowing; more for the sake of ego than any shared experience.
Feel free to share your thoughts. I actually await them. Yo, I SEE the tallies. I know yall are reading. So holla at a sister. Let me know what you think! Even if you think I suck, tell me that so I can get better. Just please note I may or may not say unflattering things about your mother, but that’s just the hurt talkin.