Olya says that everything is about sex. I don’t agree but that is hardly the point since there is enough truth in Olya’s perspective that it justifies opening this blog with the statement. (In the background Olya is talking: “You know you agree. You just won’t admit it.”) Does writing about sex to perk up readership after the dismal levels of interest in the Ballad of Roland seem like I agree? I mean, what does sex have that 4000+ lines of rhyming verse doesn’t?
First impressions, in a sexual context, are so often an important part of the mating ritual. Scientifically, there is a belief that organisms avoid unusual features to ensure the health and competitive success of offspring. This tendency is called Koinophilia.The result is that the biological trend is to be attracted to averageness. Wikipedia has very interesting discussions and images under both the headings Koinophilia and averageness, which I recommend. This prejudice against physical “defects” is probably also the cause of our instilling notions of symmetry into ideas of beauty.
Oddly enough, the images that are put forward by the fashion industry, in particular of women, are not the average. They are taller, thinner and less breasted – characteristics which some commenters believe reflect more the prejudices of the preponderance of gay male designers, who are sculpting a gender of models, which has effectively been forced upon them, to look more like men.
Beauty is a form of ascribed social status, meaning that it is unlinked to merit or earned status. There is a tendency for those whose physical shapes fall sufficiently within the parameters of average to be thought beautiful, to over-rely upon this characteristic and its response in the opposite sex. This sometimes results in other characteristics seeming banal. Where those banal characteristics are sexual, there is the drama of irony between form and substance. Here is where models are sometimes called “clothes hangers.” This tendency accrues not just in people but in objects as well: the objects which we manufacture that are most beautiful are often preserved predominantly for visual consideration and other aspects of utility are forgone.
This tendency toward the average can be seen in how new writers often approach poetry. There is a sameness to much early poetry about sex and love. Enduring poets push words past the normals, past the average, looking to define new views of beauty using atypical methods. This is one of the fundamental juxtapositions underlying poetry. That is why I cringe at words like soul, heart, love, volcano and a host of others. They are merely the mundane, and every time I read a poet I am cheering for them to avoid this anti-eroticism.
There is not enough toe sucking going on. And I don’t mean, “First let me take a shower,” toe sucking. I mean noticing the odour of the day, lint in the mouth toe sucking. Because all sex is a metaphor for acceptance. That is why we consider pressing past the delineated borders into taboo. We are desperate to obtain consent. Consent is a metaphor for an individual’s value and obtaining approval to get to fourth base, after a time, for some, becomes an insufficient metaphor of value. So we press on. That is why toe sucking is so important. It requires generations of purity notions to be stood on their head, fistfuls of germ phobia’s to be overcome, and that tells the owner of the toes about their value to the brain commanding the tongue sucking on those toes. A chicken in every pot stands not a chance beside a toe in every mouth.
Some women fear to have cunnalingus performed upon them. It is not a fundamental fear of reaching orgasm this way. They fear rejection. They have spent years worrying about how their vulva smells, noticing the daily build up of “discharge” – how much provocation has stained this word?, fretted about being without a pad when gravity forces its way upon blood. Decades of deodorant and Lysol commercials matched to the after shocks of Louis Pasteur, have made women twitchy about secretions (imbedded with the word secret). And they sometime’s don’t seem to know that most men, powered by their own need for approval, crave this temple, where proof of their manliness and acceptance resides. And just so you know, Howard Hughes’ obsessive need to wash his hands and have objects held in tissue did not prevent him from inserting his penis into a vulva. Odd? No.
And yes, Lysol was advertised as a douche. To see a Lysol douche advertisement go to:
http://www.feministing.com/archives/012839.html
For those interested in related topics, here is the link to the virtual Museum of Menstration (sic):
http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=museum+of+menstration&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8
(Of course, there is also a Museum of Love, a Museum of Sex and a Museum of Broken Relationships:
http://www.brokenships.com/ontour.php)
There is much stew for poetry in all this stuff. So, here is a selection of love, menstruation, and sex poems, and in all cases the authors are women:
Pussy
By Ishle Yi Park
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TdrFilOsQA
All I have ever done is write you love poems
By Ishle Yi Park:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMjJBQeGQ3c&feature=related
Open letter to a Soldier
By Ishle Yi Park
Red-faced Man
By April A. Severin, in Patricia Lynn Reilly, Full of Yourself, page 210
A man with a red face is rare
when you have him, hold onto his hair
until you’re satisfied don’t let him come up for air
Period
The Cunning Cunt
By Jennifer Boire, The Urban Wanderer’s Reader, an Anthology, Hochelaga Press, 1995
and that word ‘cunt’
my knowing cut off from its roots
cunning, kenning, Kunti.
something more than ‘contemptuous slang
for vagina or woman’ : cunnus diaboli
devilish cunt
the church’s name for caves and groves
sacred to the goddess.
slit, snatch, beaver, box, tail
vulgar for vulva, even your mother said Don’t
touch yourself down there
female genitalia as mouth of hell,
fanged and castrating womb of death
vagina dentata that swallows men whole
my baby comes out of this mother of caves
streaming wet with blood, trailing his cord
and crying as he slips out smooth as water
my body the ground he is leaving
for home, helpless fish in thin air
mouth gasps open, line cut now
tug at my heart, pain eased
remember the sharpness of the knife
that cut the slit wide open
allowed his crowning
bone-hard head to push
through that cunt so quickly cut,
then closed with catgut
my cunning cunt gives up her magic
trick, her one life-giving stunt
and that word,
I claim it now,
as mine.
Daughters of Eve
By Anonymous
It seems that in this world forged
So common is misconception
That it has grown and bent with the hills
Of time’s discrepancies
That are so to be clambered forth to our
Survival
I am a daughter of Eve.
I am the forbidden child
I must bear Her age-old curse
This poisoned cradle of mine
This clandestine key to my fruition
That weeps at the turn of time
She is the white to His black
Unknown and unexpected until
In Creation’s faultless garden
The unimaginative muscular build became
So countered by the feminine flow
Delicate so
When God set a partner to the man
Oh white to His black when
She was the Mother of Life
Whose eyes so encompassed its own intangibilities;
She saw things
Passed on her blood-deep intuition
As Her mind’s sights so congregated and conceived
With passage of time
When she saw more beauties than Eden
Man has swallowed eons
Of Her daughters
From the Living One, white,
As in the eyes of his fathers
Are her heresies and dark ink-scored mistakes
Admonishing her purity
Of a time when she took her paradise into her mouth
A treachery in her bones
A paean to her lips
A garden of perfection so revoked in her eyes
All so sculpted from Adam
And her brash refusal to be a derivative of He
With her own emancipation
Oh temptation
She took the fruit within her
Gentle lips and convinced by He,
Was left to weep at her weakness
Now her legacy remains
And
Must an asp be the guise given to Her free will?
Must Her disconnection from such norms, these vaunts of men
Be a shunned, shamed thing?
And must the blood that I shed be but a tacit irritation
An unspoken discomfiture
To be quietly gathered by a whisper in brightly coloured packaging?
I refuse to be shamed by my curse
I see the way I weep
Unashamedly at the turn of time
And I am proud to bear it
When the tides come for my rite
And the moon soars on silvery wings
The earth shudders
And I hear its beat
For I am attuned to its course
And cry tears for it
For Her daughters must live out her curse
Spill their blood beset by ritual
Wordlessly for Her
For Her run to freedom
To beat against her furrowed ground
To suck the evil from the asp
To know She who ran before them
To dance in flow under the moon
Alight
I am glad
I run the path to fruition
Archaic and wrought by Her
The time-aged battle sparked by flying freedom
To hold close Her memories in reverence of
Our kind.
For I am a daughter of Eve.
I’m Looking
By Jen Frankel
I’m looking for someone who isn’t naive
Who won’t be taken in by my tricks
Didn’t you see them last night
On the late night news
Or at least in the last flick out of Tinseltown
I’m laughing at you little boy
And laughing at myself too
See how I’ve fallen to be falling for you
I’d kill for a lover just
Kill for a lover
To break up my year
I’d go before the lights come up if I were you
My sense of dramatic justice won’t allow it of
course
I want to see what you look like
The magic always happens just before the lights
come up
If you’re coming take my fist
Roll the fingers into yours
Take a deep breath and pray to the moon
See how I’ve fallen to be falling for you
Brian
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Some laughs here, Lysol, secretions, toe sucking lol oh wow, now I know why I have only two or three intimates in my colection. My God if I were to get into all those resourses I might be writing them forever, be published and buy the P. Mansion then have my personal tissue maid lmfao. A great, courageous imho work here.
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
Dear Mark,
I am glad you found something of interest here. We aim to provide some stimulation.
Thanks again,
Brian
stimulate is what you have
stimulate is what you have certanly done lol.
Cunt is such a taboo word, offending many. personally i think it is a good word to use, giving a gutteral feeling as it is said out loud. What do you think about, words, being ”just” words and having their power diminished by people using them more. Or do you think that some words should keep their ”power” for the sake of litertary use? Breaking down words into where they originate and the sounds they produce facinates me, so i may have digressed from your blog theme alittle. going back to it, We are bound in many ways by social constriction and construction that the taboo is attractive in a secrative way because by entering into the taboo we are liberateing ourselves from those bindings.
that is why so many love S and M. But then if things werent taboo would people still want to indulge as much? just a thought, which leads onto if things weren’t taboo would they hold so much stimulation in litrature? Is human nature by defination then secrative? sorry for the ramble that is slightly jumbled : ) Interesting links Brian, thankyou for sharing this
vix
Dear Vicki,
We remember things more when there are certain kinds of emphasis during initial events, such as drama, anger, or great joy. This is why people suffer from post traumatic stress - the bad memories stay longer. So emotion attaches to words and becomes part of the definition. One of the reasons I don’t swear much is that I like alot of the words and don’t want them made unusable because of averse emotional connections. If the word cunt is used as a bludgeon, it becomes very difficult to use it as a granter of permission, for the pre-existing emotional definition tends to rule.
Cunt is one of Olya’s favourite words and she feels that women need to claim it, much as the homosexual community did with the word, “queer.”
We rarely just have one motive. People tend to be multiply motivated. But, yes, rebellion or indepedence are part of the attraction of taboos. Taboo tends to be secretive since we don’t want to have our daytime lives redefined by the judgement’s of our play by those who don’t play the same as us. And taboos, by definition, are not social norms, so if that is where we play, we can expect a lot of judgement by those who stick to the norms or pretend to stick by the norms. So long as we have a need for some kind of social homogeneity we will have norms and taboos. But the lines are always in transition, and, I think, we are become a more open society with each new day.
Thank you so much for your thought provoking questions, Vicki.
Brian
Dear Brian,I think that we
Dear Brian,
I think that we are becoming a more open society again, i wonder when we became more closed? I will look up this thought now ; ) I think that one of my wonderings have been, how far do we take things? There are lines, that are crossed in when it comes to some things, that shouldn’t be, that was my next thought at the end of my comment.
as for words being over used, i agree, i wouldn’t consider calling my children swear words, just to prove a point in the depowering of a word, and with out the meaning and power of a word, where would we be with all the beautiful and thought provoking poems, news pieces, stories ect. That doesn’t mean however that words with negative connitations like cunt, cannot be, turned around for a positive thing. In this i agree with Olya, it is sad that a woman is ashamed of the word and says alot about litutary word submission.
your answer gave me alot to think about as well, espacially the first part.
thankyou
vicki
Dear Vicki,
Various causes have created underground behaviors over the years. One was the Puritan movement that saw some of the most extreme Protestants leave Britain to travel first to Netherlands and then, because of language bias, to the colonies which became the United States. Roughly, these people believed that only the sacred mattered and that temporal life was merely an endurance until the blessings of death. In this world view, dance, erotica, touch and many other things were suspect and taboo. Puritanism still maintains a momentum in various parts of the world.
Another was the split personality of Victorian Britain. Victoria herself was of German descent. Her mother, Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld, didn’t speak English. Victoria hid her mother away and later lamented and condemned “those” who had taken her away. Victoria instead relied upon her cousin and husband Albert who died young, leaving Victoria to grieve him for another 40 years. Each morning after his death, shaving gear was laid out, each evening his pajamas.
Under Victoria there were two Britains, one where moral presentation was all, and the other, where every man of means kept a secret mistress, beginning with Crown Prince Albert Edward, who had dozens of mistresses including actress Lillie Langtry; Lady Randolph Churchill (mother of Winston Churchill); Daisy Greville, Countess of Warwick; actress Sarah Bernhardt; Alice Keppel; singer Hortense Schneider; prostitute Giulia Barucci; and wealthy humanitarian Agnes Keyser. A number of women likely bore children to Edward out of wedlock.
Victorian Britain was therefore very much the home of the double standard where there was one vocabulary for formalities and another when on a tear.
These are but two of the very many curious patterns which we have inherited.
Another very important one was the general ignorance about sexuality which was the legacy of Catholic Church teaching and practice. There was almost no understanding of what “normal” sex was until Alfred Kinsey, a zoologist specializing in insects, published his first of two books on human sexuality in 1948. Kinsey let everyone know what was going on in their neighbour’s bedroom, metaphorically speaking. Until Kinsey, there was an open debate about whether there was a female orgasm, since so many women never had one.
Very gradually, Kinsey and his followers stripped away ignorance while others did much the same with Victorian hypocrisy. Of the three forces mentioned, Puritanism still has a studied grasp on the Western World.
At the same time, the crossing of taboo lines is fraught with certain perils, principally, that there is a kind of ratchet effect in thrill seeking: the latest thrill will not likely be the last and the next will be riskier still. In addition, investing in taboo-breaches to satisfy one’s need to avoid boredom, requires any spouse to come second to the thrill seeker’s narcissism. It is not a recipe for stability.
Unfortunately, most of society is not so open as to be able to talk about this stuff within a marriage or partnership. This is our Puritan/Victorian/Ignorance hangover. Rather, people still get away with pretending men are from Mars and women are from Venus.
Brian
Dear BrianThankyou for such
Dear Brian
Thankyou for such a facinating reply, I just remembered a french female author i have read and thought wrote well, you and oyla may like her, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana%C3%AFs_Nin.
also i remembered a party i used to go to in a ware house in london. the ware house had flats within it that were being terminated to be run by muslims. one of the flats was owned by a very good artist who designed the green american express card that has lots of pattern on it. when he moved out the party owner invited us all to look around his flat, i was very surprised and shocked to find that he was also an s and m photographer and had been letting the flat to a woman who performed s and m. there were all sorts of strange things like special chairs and even a small boxed hole in the fully tiled bathroom. I found this spooky and the flat caused a lot of excitment and debate.
since then i have become more open to s and m, not really the partaking but having an open mind to others. for instance another party i once went to, there were grown men on leads with balls in their mouths, this unerved me, but after the party had finished, and nothing violent or grusom had happened, i talked to two of the men, one was a london cab driver and the other the top boss of a company i won’t name, both men were happy to answer my question about why they took part in the activitys and what they got from it. they both seemed like lovely chaps. I know there will always be the percentage that pass the line into unstabilty in these practices but this experience made this practice much less taboo for me. Its strange how i forgot this interesting experience till now!
vicki
Dear Vicki,
Things contain their opposites. In the case of pleasure, the contained opposite is pain. Most people have some experience with this paradox, including during sex. As orgasm approaches, pain is often used to delay it and to heighten feelings. The famous and stereotypical example involves scratches on the back. The S & M crowd take this truth further than most, adding extra elements of the psychology of control. For the sacred part of sex is surrender. One surrenders to the person they trust to communicate tokens of love. That surrender involves showing the intimate face of orgasm, providing access to the most intimate of places and risking reproduction. Demonstrations of surrender, for the beneficiary, provide a proof of love and bond. For the person doing the surrendering, they are a communication to the observer and to self of the capacity for love. It is also a very tension reducing and psychologically freeing feeling, in some contrast to the normal performance expectations of most daily life. There are many motives for persons interested in S & M, but pursuit of these feelings are among them. But sexual repetition, which sometimes finds disfavour, exists in the S & M world, just as it does in the rest of the sexual world. Perhaps one way out of feelings of boredom due to repetition, which does not involve endlessly chasing new sexual milieus, is to convert repetition into ritual.
Thank you for your suggested reading and for your comment.
Brian
Whose balls were they?
Bankers balls probably in the present climate! Nice one Vix and here I am thinking chocolate logs wouldn’t melt in your mouth!!
Kal
Brian, not a thing in the
Brian, not a thing in the world that does not ascend or descend from the dance of life…
intimacy and/or perversion, from the truth that we are alone, forever alone within our sex,
forever seeking the touch that makes us whole.
Thank you for introducing me to the Isle Yi Park, and the others.
It is good when we find our mates, it is good when we have fucked ourselves to death…if you know what I mean.
~A
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Albert Pine
sneaking
Sneaking in a ::SMILE::
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
Dear Anna,
Thank you so much for your comment.
Yes, touch is the great comforter, one of the great powers in human relationships. And yes, what you call, “fucking ourselves to death” and some others sometimes call, “very nice,” (which of these two has the power I wonder?) is as close as we can get to the devine.
Isn’t Ishle Yi Park good! Inspiring.
Brian
maybe the secret
Maybe the secret is in how we learn. It is why I am not of the catholics or any organized religion, really. “Don’t fuckwit it” until I order you to? God wills you to fuckwit it ! lol I am sorry if it is not funny but I am still infatuated with you UN… just tell me don’t fuckwit it and I will not again (oh was that what I was talking about lmao (really, I mean it ;)
“By the word religion I have seen the likes of every finatic call himself the will of god” (Kingdom of Heaven)
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
Dear Mark,
Well, there is a breach of taboo!
Brian
::takes that::
But comes up still smiling lol
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
My Friend Brian:
I guess everything overdone tends to get
a little bit insulting sometimes to one or
the other. Literature has always been the
creative, beautiful use of words and images.
So, I think sex and words about sex should
be incidental to good literature and not
essentially the complete focus of it. But
then again, I’m for complete freedom of speech.
There will always be readers for all kinds of
literary efforts. I believe the # 1 rule of
thumb would be: Check your audience. Your
possibilities are unlimited with a willing
and accepting audience.
Sincerely,
Hugo
Dear Hugo,
I quess if you have been before a particular audience you have a bit of a sense as to what welcome you might expect. But if one is towing the artistic line and reinventing themselves regularly it is difficult to anticipate a particular reception. You just go for it.
There is much to be said for the better part of valour - which is to say, discretion. But discretion is somewhat at odds with the novelty which artists chase. Someone is always, and quite voluntarily, on the firing line. Olya and I were thinking about the parental reaction which Ishle Yi Park owns. And yet it would be a dull and far more stasis-like culture without the Ishles of this world.
Thank you so much for your comment, Hugo. I really appreciate it.
Brian
Well I never!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thought about Toe lint that way
we never got the sex talk so much as we already
learned so much from literature laying about
and the slang at school
Strange to see the eighties where I grew up so much
distinction and hyper awareness then
we had two or three punks that was it
everyone else dressed like that seventies show because
well it was 1979 and in the country like wisconsin
my girlfreinds i chummed with at the time read Atwood
and were pretty outspoken and still feminine
my view on smelling and stuff is based on my readings
We had a clean home growing up
sex was not as foremost amongst us as some
having older parents at the time
but it was not puritanical
and Corporate branding smell was not the big thing
I think that synthetic is okay which is most of the affordable
perfumes are Now the real perfumes the original oil and
long lasting gets into your soul perfumes and annointments
are expensive because like true diamonds rather then fake
affected diamonds The truth shines literally or smells
Napolean used to make Josephine place an apple under her armpit
when he was coming home from battle and he would eat this
Yes its pretty revolting thought these days but this was a man
for whom the heady scent of battle would have its own place
and an apple from his dearest in a personal way was something
I guess pretty nice!
like it or lump it though who wants to smell bad
I get much better responses when I do wear nice cologne that costs
more then a case of cola
yet if I went to a zoo I want the animals there to smell like animals
almost like food I want the taste of food to be there
I want to hear a tube driven amplifier not some digital made up craft
(although cheap and easy is good in its place……….)
Im with yer better half brian
I want toe fluff with my toes
and sex is everywhere
now to find a Josephine!!!!!!!!!
Dear orgami,
Yes, I missed “The Talk” too. Although, one day a book from perhaps the 1940s or 50s showed up on my bed. It was dated and banal. Ever trepiditious, I searched for something better and read Kinsey’s classic books followed by Shere Hite’s first two books. Later, something of an evangalist, I used to buy the latter books and give them for birthdays and Christmas. My hard cover copies went room to room in university residence. I don’t think I ever got them back. And ever the student, I wasn’t really there for the first few sexual relationships I encountered - I was up near the ceiling, at least in my mind’s eye, looking down, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. However, the first occured when I was 17 years old. I was working for Ontario Natural Resources, mostly fighting forest fires. But during a lull, I was at a Provincial Park and learned, during the multiple hour forced feedings which are common to teenagers, the details of kissing. We both had braces, so there were occasional “hang ups.” I found that three hours was really too much for most muscles and skin attached to the mouth.
My own children got the education which my parents did not provide, starting at age four. I would haul out an uptodate university manual on general human biology and show them pictures of the naked ape, together with XYY, XYYY, XXY, etc. variations. We would learn all about reproduction and prevention. I would haul out the condoms and let them open the packages. They were very intreged. They learned early about differences and variety, and where not shy around the topics. The topics were part of every day discussion, in the car or the grocery store. My oldest daughter eventually did her French language competition on the topic of challenging fears about sexual preferences.
Well, a little off the topic of poetry.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Brian
Hey...
I’m a fan of sex… I remember when…
thanks Brian
Hello Richard,
I am and then…. I don’t like how packed with testosterone we boys tend to be, and, speaking for myself, me in particular. There was a time when I was severely ill. Close to death, my body shut down production of testosterone for about 4 months. The sex drive just dissappeared. There was a freedom to that condition which I don’t think I can describe. Talk about relaxing! But its there again now and does let its presence be known. Thus, the bias in my poetry.
Thank you very much, Richard, for reading this blog and commenting.
Brian
“What we do for ourselves
I just saw I never posted anything in response. I go through periods umm. of dry spells,
when my sexuality reclaims herself..it always takes on nuances and higher levels.. as I’ve always try to reach unfathomed levels of *enlightenment* via orgasm. It’s just another way to live life.
~A
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Albert Pine
Dear Anna,
Boys too, like quality orgasms. They tend to be infrequent unless orgasms are fewer and farther between and then there is the problem of arriving a little on the early side. But boys are also really into quantity. Early on, I experimented on my own in the effort to discover the practical limit to successive orgasms and discovered there isn’t one, save the endurance of the dermis.
Brian
It occurred to me re-reading
It occurred to me re-reading comments and parts of your blog, that one of the *problems* as it were in the Western (civilized) society is twofold: First, there is no formal *ritual of passage* from childhood to adulthood.. Margaret Mead studied them extensively. This is an *acceptance* of sexuality that modern culture is lacking.
Secondly, that which is hidden often becomes convoluted, like a secret whispered from one person down the line passing through ten different ears, 10 different mouths… It becomes a bit different than the original secret. And what happens is that it eventually becomes a denial in order to curb its appearance… most religions do not celebrate human sexuality. The closest I see is the Hindu culture, religion that seems to embrace all aspects of humanity, including the war within itself… a la the Bhagavad Gita.
Again, dear Brian, I thank you for being up to the task of fearlessly tackling all aspects of poetry, humanity, for they always come together in endless different manners, so to speak. ;-)
~A
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Albert Pine
Dear Anna,
Personally, I find communication during sex is inordinately important - and relatively rare. The whispering, here used as a metaphor, during daylight hours is often matched by outright silence during sex. How the heck does anyone learn preferences, aversions or the right order of things in this “Get Smart” cone of silence. All those fears and uncertainties, one upon the other, and propagating much more efficiently than the couple to whom they belong. And of course the most accessible examples of sex are in the form of porn which is a dead-end when it comes to intimacy. There, I am into a rant.
Brian
Horatio, whatever you’re
Horatio, whatever you’re tokin’…I’ll have a mouth full.
:-)
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Albert Pine
Dear Jess,
Now there is a time when a fellow could use some direction, perhaps a slide show, flip chart, laser targeting system or at least a little - not in the moment - detailing. For me, it took two-thirds of a lifetime to understand that the G spot is just the clitoris from the inside.
Thank you for the very topical poem.
Brian
Dear Brian
I have to agree with Olya on this one … everything is about sex at some level in most cases ;)
love and hugs Jayne-Chloe
oh and Jess PMSL ~!!!
Dear Jayne-Chloe,
Ya, but but but…. We engage in sex less 1 percent of our total time (which equals 3.65 days per year) and, in percentage terms, think about it only somewhat more. It flits and flirts about us on gadfly wings. We are alive to its possibility in the people we meet, yes. But I cook tidbits for Olya for her smiles not for the sex (adding quickly, not that the sex isn’t wonderful). It is her endurance in the face of my idiosyncrasies, her companionship and, very much, her conversation, which forms so much of the substance of our bond. Are these things pre-eminently characterized as sex?
Brian
My favourite bird is the Thrush..
Well isolation forces you into some strange places eh Brian? Thank heaven for the privacy of our broadband but seriously your both right and what bigger turn off is there than the ephemeral presence of those overused words? But Nicole Micheal’s teased a truth out of me in passing that we on this site at least are more preoccupied with yes.. blood , emissions and fairy dust. Titles are now an indicator of whether a write comes close to being off the beaten word track and if those turn off words are present then it’s an immediate turn off for me at least.
Happy licking.
ps. I am a wholesaler of essential oils and the combinations I make are sometimes augmented with body fluids - of course keeping this secret is essential to the allure of a home made non branded perfume and believe me the addition of one or two very small grains of ^^^ and ***** or a little **** works wonders for sales.
Kal
Dear Theo,
My goodness, that is a trade secret! Have you read the novel or seen the movie, “Perfume”? :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfume_(novel)
The vulva’s particular odour, which men general adore (albeit there are different standards in hygiene preference) comes in part from fecal bacteria, the anus being located, on average, only about 2.5 centimeters (1 inch) from the vulva.
Thank you your comment, Theo, and that bit of insider knowledge.
Brian
Dear Theo,
My goodness, that is a trade secret! Have you read the novel or seen the movie, “Perfume”? :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfume_(novel)
(transfer the whole of the above line to your search engine)
The vulva’s particular odour, which men general adore (albeit there are different standards in hygiene preference) comes in part from fecal bacteria, the anus being located, on average, only about 2.5 centimeters (1 inch) from the vulva.
Thank you your comment, Theo, and that bit of insider knowledge.
Brian
Hello, a convieniant package is it not?
bye now..
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
Why do ladies like long fingers?
It took me a long time to discover that. ::wishing for ten inch fingers:: That “wishing” can hapen for a number of reasons it seams. Like um you a bit older and well .. OR You are taking medication.. Not really talking about personal gratification ie mine but …why is the wonderful G Button in so many different places ? Or is it? Perhaps woman come in different sizes inside and so that pleasure spot may be higher or lower?
(maybe not very very convienient all the time)
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”
Dear Mark,
Just like the whole, “how big??!!,” thing that men indure, women’s clitorises, not to mention inner and outer labia and vagina, come in a wide array of sizes and shapes. And just like penises, they swell with blood during arousal. And part of the clitoris extends inside the female body, also in different configurations person by person. In fact, to use another piece of anatomy as metaphor, a doctor was doing abdominal surgery one day and found an unrecognizable piece of tissue. Thinking, “while we have him open,” the doctor excised the person’s only unusually shaped kidney. Now in women, the AVERAGE clitoris is smaller than the AVERAGE penis. Of course, in exceptional cases, a woman’s clitoris can be bigger than a man’s penis.
For a video enactment on the swelling of a very tidy artist’s rendering of a clitoris, see: http://www.ed-sim.com/en/home?r=clitoral_vascularization
For more clitoris stuff, see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clitoris
It is said, “The clitoris is actually a penis that is not fully developed, or another way of looking at it, a penis is a fully developed clitoris.” (http://www.the-clitoris.com/n_html/fetal_development.htm) Either way, damn if the clitoris isn’t being diminutive-d, yet again. But studies suggests otherwise:
* Anatomy of the Clitoris
Year: 2005
Journal: Journal of Urology
Volume: 174
Page numbers: 1189-1195
Publisher: Lippincott Williams & Wilkins(Pennsylvania)
Author(s): H E O’CONNELL, K SANJEEVAN, J M HUTSON
* Clitoral anatomy in nulliparous, healthy, premenopausal volunteers using unenhanced magentic resonance imaging
Year: 2005
Journal: Journal of Urology
Volume: 173
Page numbers: 2060-2063
Publisher: Lippincott Williams & Wilkins(Pennsylvania)
Author(s): H E O’CONNELL, L DELANCEY
Dr. Hellen O’Connell states that in its internal and external manifestations, the clitoris normally rivals the penis in size.
“The vaginal wall is, in fact, the clitoris[.]”
“If you lift the skin off the vagina on the side walls, you get the bulbs of the clitoris - triangular, crescental masses of erectile tissue.”
Thank for the inspirational comment. Perhaps my next poem will be entitled, “The Swollen Little, Medium, Um, Big Clit”.
Brian
First off thanks Brian
lol @ the idea of writing about my idea of writing. What I wrote has been thought of as two different things by many. They should call it the LO spot (Long One) lol :p
::anatomy was never me::
Mark
“some things change, some things do not”