Yard Lick!
I'm a big fan of Jamaican culture. From the music, the food, the accent/slang, the whole swag of Jamaica has a special place in my heart; always did. I can floss the accent to the point that if I'm talking to someone from Jamaica, they'll insist that I was born in Jamaica. Of course, I say that I'm not then reveal where I'm really from (Panama) which usually gets me this response: "Yuh sound like a real Jamaican though." Growing up around Jamaicans in my old Brooklyn neighborhood, I got to learn a lot about the culture and music, and it didn't take long to figure out that Jamaican music...or, rather, its lyrics...put a big emphasis on how people should live. On any given song, you'll hear things like men's clothes shouldn't be washed with women's clothes, particularly women's underwear. Men can have as many female partners, and their significant others have to forgive them even if they cheat, and, most of all, oral sex a dirty, unforgivable act that no one participates in. This blog post is my way of calling BULLSHIT on that and based on the fact that we live in a day where everyone is breathing, walking and living in their truth I find it hard to believe that certain traditions and ways still exist or are trying to exist. Let's talk about my own experiences and how I discovered that oral sex is a welcomed subject with one particular Jamaican man from my past.