female nudity equals empowerment ??

somehow women have DELUDED themselves into thinking being overtly and publicly sexual is empowering to themselves and other women. they see it as women reclaiming their sexuality back from men. in fact the opposite it true.
being overtly sexual is playing right into the hands of men who require more and more of that from us these days.

you'll get ignorant wanna be feminist claiming it's slut shamming if any body dares speak out about women who damage the reputation of themselves and others by being overtly sexual. because apparently it's her body and she should be free to do with it what ever she wants.

yeah right! that's like saying it's a pedo's body and he can do with it what ever he wants. (don't get all shitty about my use of he either, i realise there are also fem pedo's out there.)

utter bs. if i say put your clothes back on, you're not empowering anyone, that is NOT slut shamming. for starters i haven't called anyone a slut. i don't believe in the word slut as a way of describing a woman who is as sexually active as men (just because men, and other women, don't want or can't handle a women who is equally or more sexually active than them).

let's run with a scenario. i'm completely naked in a shopping mall. i drop to the ground and start posing in sexual positions. some guys (and maybe gals) might be turned on and want to have sex with me. many people will be horrified. children mortified and confused - what is she doing? why is she doing it? what is she trying to say? achieve? security will come and i'll be charged with public lewdness.

some will say i'm arrested because people can't stand fem sexuality. agian bs! if a man did the same thing we'd feel the same - and men rule the earth remember!

so... keeping with the above scenario but instead of a shopping mall i'm posing in those sexual positions on fb, twitter, instagram, tumbler, play boy, tv etc.
why is it suddenly not public lewdness? why does it suddenly change to 'a female being empowered by her sexuality'? it's certainly no less fucking private!!!!!

again i put it to you that there is nothing, zero, nadda, empowering about being sexually explicit and being seen by the public. it  is merely just a product of our indoctrination into man's world. women have been conned and tricked into thinking they're cool, sexy, sexual beings by being some kind of public porn star. where as in actual fact they are simply puppets with men pulling their strings no matter how much they think the choice was theirs.

yet another naive woman thinking it's empowering to be overtly publicly sexual

take jlo's and nicki's latest booty bum videos (or the lass above) and ask yourself:
how many 8 year old girls did those women inspired to be president of the US? how many girls did they inspire to be elite athletes? how many women suddenly got equal pay once those overtly sexual females came into play? how many sexual slaves were set free because women have become more powerful owning their own sexuality? (the answer to that last question, sadly, is more girls will become sexual salves because overtly sexualised women inadvertently increase the demand for free and easy sex).

how many women were really empowered by those videos? how many women are really empowered by other overtly sexual females? how many little boys, girls or even men are?

really have a big think about this, especially all you women... what does taking your sexuality back and empowering others REALLY look like?

saved a young girl from

driving along one day i saw this guy driving in front of me turn to gawk at a young slim girl walking along the sidewalk in the same direction we were driving, head phones on listening to music. after turning to get a good look at the girl, around age 13-14, wearing a pair of white shorts and bright t.shirt, the guy did a u-turn so he could back track. instinctively i did a u-turn and followed him. i could see he was much older than the young girl and over weight with short brown hair. he u-turned again so he could come up behind her and i followed him, watching him driving slowly along the curb behind the girl, watching her walk. she turned left down a side street and he followed along slowly, with me following in tow and he, and the girl, completely unaware. when she turned left again at the end of the street he was still slowly following her. i wondered what he was doing, what he was waiting for. was he waiting for a secluded place where he could approach her, maybe ask her for directions he didn't need, follow her home so he knows where she lives, or just having a perv because he thought she was cute? either way i stayed in tow making sure the young girl was safe. at one point the man finally realised i was there following him following her, did a -u-turn and quickly drove away. by this stage i already had his license plate and make, model and colour of his car. incidentally we were driving the same type of car. the street we were on was a dead end street, only one way in. i pulled up along the curb watching the girl walk away, unaware that anything untoward was playing out around her, and watched an waited making sure the other driver didn't come back.

first encounter of the non closest kind

it had been a few months since she's moved in to his space. she was biting her tongue, however, things were irritating. his constant and perpetual detachment. what the... ? she'd never seen anything like it. not talking. not listening. watching tv all the time, almost obsessed with it. if she dared turn it off, stand in the way, try to distract him .. he lost his shit. even (especially) during ads. eating dinner with him, it was still silence. communication an at all time minimum!!!!

she fluffed and flaunted, strutted and preened like a well trained peacock. nothing.
she cooked and fed and stuffed him full of culinary delights. nothing.
she sexed it up like some techno, ripped, ballerina, belly dancer. nothing.
all but donned the maid outfit to dust and clean for his highness. nothing.

one day the captive princess called him up on it and asked .. is this all i'm getting, what about the rest of you? i've given to you, primped and preened, domestic goddess, space, attachment, distance, fun. what does it take? what are you giving of yourself in return?

his immediate response is to shush her, tell her off. how dare she interrupt 'his time'? she silently disappears which is what he wanted. her learning her place and staying there. he's boss and the show runs his way.

hurt .. she's thinking he'll at least ask her what she wanted later. low and behold he doesn't. not minutes later, not hours, not that night in bed when he presses up against her wanting to use her body - and gets rejected because he hasn't apologized for fobbing her off and speaking to her rudely. not days or even weeks later. what he does do is ignore her for days and when she (finally) starts a conversation he tells her, "i thought you we angry with me which is why i wasn't talking to you". (blames her reaction for his reaction).

"no. love. it's not anger, you hurt me! you snapped and got angry because i wanted to talk. and you never asked if there was something you could afterwards to take the hurt away." she states.

instead of getting it, and unbeknownst to him or her, he begins and internal dialog that goes something like this: how dare she reject me sexually, here i was just trying to make up to her by having sex and she rejects me, and what! because i was watching tv, couldn't she see i was watching tv when she wanted to talk. how dare she after i let her come here and stay in my house and eat my food and use my electricity. who the fuck does she think she is to take me for granted. i work long days slogging away so she can eat and have a roof over her head. how dare she pull me up and try to make me look bad! how dare she!

in a few days when she thinks he's calmed down enough to talk, (keeping in the mind the way he reacted to her interruption has left her weary of what will set him off again), she asks him if they can talk now. he happily asks what about, thinking the other days topic is all done and dusted - because he showed her her place. she begins to talk about how she asked him the other day if he'll be more attentive and if he's thought about what she said. his reaction is even more severe than before. he's had time to think and fester about how RUDE and ungrateful she is .. this time he tells her ..
i work all day, 12 hours shifts (so you should BOW DOWN TO ME his royal holiness), i want to come home and just relax and watch some tv, i don't want deep and meaning conversations, and why should we talk now when you rejected me the other night and haven't spoken to me since. (again blaming her for his reaction).

the illogic astounds her. where does he get his sense of 'the order of things'. what he's saying is not what happened at all and his reactions are disproportionate to the request. which he hasn't fully heard or acknowledged yet because he fobbed her off, twice, too busy needing to put her in her place and be king of the household to hear her out.

afterwards, all encounters are strained, worse, added onto, like a long gigantic list of 'look at all you've done to hurt me'. him: you cracked the shits with me and rejected me sexually and made me angry, so i'm going to shut you out even more. her: you treated me badly when i'm trying to make things better, not the other way around? and so it goes and goes and goes like a whopping never ending not-so-merry-go-round of her trying to talk and remedy and him trying to shut her up with anger and blaming.

we all know what the future holds ..

my book on getting lucky - part 1

if date night doesn't end with good sex it didn't go well. something went amiss.
it starts at the start. when she's getting dressed and he compliments her, lets her know he likes what he sees and will be thinking of her in that outfit all night. maybe it's her lips and he'll be thinking of kissing her all night. maybe her bottom looks good and he'll be thinking of putting a hand on it.

at the place - party, club, dinner - he gives her a look or 10. reiterates that he's thinking of kissing her. watches her lips or eyes or hands or curves as she talks, eats, dances.

over the night he sneaks in a kiss, a light caress of her bottom, neck, chests, arms, a wink. he could sneak a moment and caress and kiss while he thinks no-one is looking or can see. show a little bit of lust throughout the night. doesn't take much time or thought, just show her what he's thinking. (and if he's not thinking about making love to her and she knows it because of his lack of affections, bad luck if he misses out).
make her feel sexy, special, desirable, while also enjoying her company because he likes her mind or friendship or carefree attitude (whatever appeals). it's pretty much a given she'll flirt back. who wouldn't.

in the room he is showing her what he's been thinking all night. touching caressing, kissing. it's about her and how she makes him feel. again she'll follow in suit. he drags it out, keeping the lust and teasing of the night going for as long as she/they can take it. she'll let him know when she's ready unless she does the 'let's get it over with because there was failure to turn her on' move. he'll get lucky yet the date night didn't end with good sex and she'll remember and note it. it lowers his chances on getting lucky in the future.

if dates nights go well both could get lucky every time. unless prior to date night something happened (toothache, dad died, had a fight and failed to make up or use the night to make up).

getting lucky depends ..

turn me on

men and sex.
i'm starting to wonder if there are any men who are good at it. who don't see sex as simply sticking the penis in the vagina, thrusting about, climaxing, then rolling over. get a blow up doll you fuck!
are there men out there who know there is more to sex than that?
are there men out there who know the joy of teasing, pleasing and enjoying the woman? who know that giving is just as good as receiving? men who know her pleasure is just as important as his?
if so .. are they the majority or the minority?
how many men know, do and live this? few or many?
in this day and age of enlightenment and supposed human superiority how many men actually know how to make love to a woman, to devour her, lap her up, please her, get her ready, wet and wanting, turn her on?
how many men want to do this? or do most want to use her as a prop for their own private porn show? sticking it to her this way and that. grabbing tits, arse and vagina thinking that's all it takes to turn her on. or making out for a minute or two thinking that's enough to turn her on.
i really want to know .. how many men are actually good in bed? good lovers? great lovers who know what they're doing and want her to enjoy the activity as much as they do?

missed you

I missed you for a moment today

When some body laughed like you 

mr right

my fear is i'll never meet him. mr right. someone who makes me smile.
some people say you only get one chance. what if that's true? i've had a true love before, true unconditional love. we pestered each other, aggravated each other, shitted each other and fought. we still loved the other no matter what. why? how? what made us love each other no matter what?
what if we only get once chance? what if i'll never have that again?

why didn't i have that with him? (the next one) no matter what we did we never had that unconditional love. why? him? me? why couldn't we over come it? what boulders were in the way? what mountains? either way i / we couldn't scale them? (i love you and set you free .. )

i can see he was mean. and i let him be. why? what was i telling myself? that we only get once chance .. and my chance was gone. just gotta suck that shit up?

what if we only get one chance? what if he never comes. that's my fear. he must be getting tired of me calling, shouting, crying out his name. i'm getting heartbroken of the fact that he never comes. where art thou. come and save me. save me from myself. i need to know you're there and that i don't only get one chance.