In the spirit of being a bit contrarian in today's permissive and hyper-liberal sexual environment, I want to remind people of the value of love in the sexual arena.
Right, so this isn't gonna be some very explicit piece talking about the birds and the bees. Just general thoughts. Don't get your knickers in a twist.
If it has mutual consent, then is sending nude or lewd text messages still considered legal? Many teenagers believe that they are safe to say and send whatever they want through instant messaging, but when does that naïve feeling of security begin to harm reality? Sexting is the sharing of pictures or choice words, via technology, that exploits the body or mindset of the sender to its intended or unintentional receivers (Dictionary.com, “Sexting”). A survey in the year 2012 has proved that roughly twenty percent of male and female students in high school have sent out nude or raunchy text messages and photographs, and over twenty-five percent of that same group of students have resent the same photographs and suggestive text messages on to other children (Ackerman, p. 22). Most children over the age ten are engaging in risk-taking when they send out those types of instant messages, because majority of them do not realize the consequences of their actions. Sexting is harmful because it has long-term effects, it authorizes the approval of public access, and it introduces a mild form of pornography.
There is something which I've never quite understood, and actually I still do not get. Slut-shaming. We are living in 2017 now - almost 2018 - and the word 'slut' can not be used enough. For the people who are not familiar with this word; Slut is used as a 'curse word' for a woman who are seen as sexually licentious. Synonyms are tramp, whore, floozy, harlot, hooker, hussy, and sometimes prostitute. Although that last word refers to professional sex workers. A slut does not get paid to share a bed with someone.
I had mentioned in my blog We are Survivors, NOT Broken about BDSM. I figured now would be a good time to explain how they have helped me and became more than just a community of kinky people.
Most men like to believe they are a God in bed. From their epic oral skills to their grand love-making techniques, I have yet to encounter a man who doesn’t believe he’s the best in the sack. Now of course some dudes actually live up to their boasting and practice what they preach, but for the fellas who reside in an alternate universe and believe the “jackhammer” move is every girls fantasy or that a female orgasm is possible in two minutes, here is a dose of reality for you. If you are guilty of doing two or more things from the list below, you my friend are most likely crap in the sack. Luckily for you though, this assessment comes with some advice and there is no time like the present to learn and improve.
It was back in 2001 when I had sex for the first time. A girl in my high school, named Nicole, committed to make a man out of me. While mother and grandmother were ferociously attempting to preserve my innocence, and to groom me into the Pentecostal church, I saw bewilderment in the darkness of goth, punk, metal culture. The hair, makeup, and self-inflicted piercings, pocket-knife mutilations, and music and theater obsessions were more meaningful to me than a dusty bible and vintage pews. They resembled the part of my existence which screamed, "I am sex deprived, uneducated, and too curious to stay frigid!"
Names and every other (unimportant) detail that might make people realize this is me have been changed.
This will be the last of the Brittany tales, every other encounter to follow was more of a vacation for her, and we didn't really fuck when it came too. But I did choke her out with my dick in the back of her throat.
There are a few pet peeves I have. Slow Wifi, chewing with your mouth open, MAN BUNS, and men grabbing their crotch in public. In the privacy of their own home, that's one thing, I have a choice as to whether or not I want to be there. In public though, they are forcing me to watch them essentially masturbate. I'll be accused of exaggerating, but we all know deep down that it's true. It's never just a quick readjustment, they are down there groping it like it's a pool cue. It's a miracle that they don't visibly orgasm. Why do guys have to fondle themselves in public?
Why do we still consider penetrative sexual intercourse to be a “home run,” or the ultimate goal of a burgeoning relationship? The end all, be all, alpha and omega, pinnacle? College Humor addressed this question, years ago, in a video on their website (and here) but I want to dig in a little deeper.