Taboo: An Insomnia Post.
Mid morning sunlight streams on cotton sheets. Weak, yet brilliantly focused with the dead of winter. Hard like crystal.
Even in her bedroom, the air is deliciously chill. Welcome against naked skin.
The hand between her thighs knows her well. Exactly where to touch, how to touch. Quickening her breath, then suddenly slowing, teasing. Her back arches in anticipation.
Tongue against her hard nipple, wraps around the cool metal ring there, pulling it. Teeth now, a stab of exquisite pain through her breast, the breath sucked in. She throws her head back against the pillows, hips and chest rising to meet the twin points of pleasure.
Her nipple is released, the hand removed runs up over her hip, her flat belly, her breast. Pinching the other nipple. Arms drawn up over her head and pinned there. Body sliding up against her prone one. Lips against lips. Mouths open, tongue finds tongue. Lower lip bitten.
I rise up over her on one arm, holding her down with the other. Whip my hair over my shoulder as I arch my back. With one of her knees crocked up, my hips slide gently to meet hers. Nestling. Then slowly, smoothly, thrusting against her.
“Girl, I have never wanted a dick until I met you. Oh god… I would fuck the shit out of you.”
Does anyone still think that men sit around and talk about sex more than women? Anyone?
A couple of weeks ago, a bunch of us girls were at a BBQ, talking about sex. Somewhere in that discussion (after confirming the fact that there is an upper limit to “size matters” and analyzing some people’s strange aversion to their own vagina – for another time), this question was raised:
What would you do if you had a penis for a day?
We came to a quick and unanimous conclusion that, in addition to masturbating and writing our names in pee, we would abosofreakinlutlely fuck anyone that would let us and get as many blowjobs as possible (so enough with the idea that only men think that way… plus, I always knew the whole waiting-for-it-to-wake-up-again thing can kinda suck, but now I understand that in a new light. Bummer, dudes!))
At this point, I think one of the boys arrived, and misheard us, thinking we’d say we’d fuck anything, instead of anyone.
Our initial reaction was “no no no – people! Not things! [insert ridiculous comment about men here – we jest! we jest!]”
But then we thought… shit. That misheard is actual right on. If I had a dick for a day, I’d probably stick it in just about anything (…that didn’t pose a health risk).
I mean… let’s be honest. You wake up with a penis, you wanna experience the fuck out of it. Amiright?
“If this is gonna be that kinda party, I’m gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes!”
When it comes to sexual orientation, preferences, or gender identity, I think we are all clear on how our own prejudice, fear, or hate can cloud our vision and close our hearts. Can alienate and ostracize and damage other people (and if you don’t, we need to chat).
Have we ever stopped to think how we hurt ourselves with that prejudice and fear and hate?
Our world view? Our experiences of life and of diversity? Our ability for compassion and understanding and basic humanity? Our network of people with whom we connect?
What about… exploration? Experimentation?
If we started to break down our own inner fears and prejudices… what new places could we go for pleasure? Whether real or…imagined? What deep dark fantasy do you ignore? What have you close yourself off to, in terms of what turns you on and gets you off, simply because… it’s taboo?
What if it wasn’t?
When I say that, if I had a penis for a day, I’d experiment the fuck out of it, I mean it. I wouldn’t waste time thinking dear god I’m a freak. And, here’s a shocker, I wouldn’t want to discriminate. Line up ladies, but bring your boyfriends, too.
Does that make me a freak? Change your opinion of me?
And… what if I invited you? What would you say?
Or would you just want to watch?
Don’t worry. You don’t have to say your answer out loud. You can just think it. We all start somewhere. And, maybe? Our own thought processes are not a bad place to begin.
“Baby don’t be afraid
a little work won’t hurt your back
But just in case I’m wrong
You’ll be smiling
When they pronounce ya dead…”
This has been an installment of the Insomnia Club. This month we’re talkin’ gender-bending and sex! Please check out what everyone else is saying!
Skye Blue and Elizabeth Rose of Met Another Frog: For the love of boobs and lesbians who look like the Bieb.