My public (all four of them) demanded more Spoken Word.
So here it is.
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( for those of you who prefer the written word, below is the text.)
So, he says to me, “We don’t have to have sex. Can you just give me a blow job?”
“No,” I say.
“Why not?” he asks.
“Because I don’t want to,” I reply.
“But baby, why don’t you want to?”
I don’t know. Maybe the sight of you whining like a petulant 8 year old who got slapped in the face at his own birthday party is a turn off.
Maybe it’s because you threw up a gang sign and talked about black music that black people don’t even listen to
Maybe I’m just not turned on by your pretentious microbrewery obsession, the cruelty free almond butter and artisanal dark roast you had for breakfast this morning,
And I’m completely underwhelmed by your overpriced John Varvatos sneakers, now you know you paid $250 for a pair of Converse, right?
I just don’t want to, do I have to have a reason?
Excuse me, did I miss something?
Was there a part of the sexual revolution I was married through? Is oral sex no longer considered sex, and is in fact some cretinous extension of afterdate etiquette? You take me to the Olive Garden and and I suck your dick?
I don’t owe you anything. And even if I did, I don’t deal in oral currency.
Ohhh, he said. You women. You’re all alike. It’s not like I asked to fuck you. It’s just your mouth.
Well, if you must know, I consider oral sex more intimate than intercourse.
When you’re fucking me, I can go away somewhere.
I’m on all fours, you’re behind me, and I’m checking my polish for chips.
You’re on top of me, sweating and groaning, and I’m making a few moans and a shopping list.
Now I’m on top, squirming ecstatically, AND writing this blog post at the same time.
When I get on my knees in front of you
You thrusting, me gagging,
When I’m giving you “come to Jesus” upper tier fellatio,
When I choke on a pube like a cat with a hair ball,
when I’m going at it like a fat kid trying to suck the last bit of Slurpee out of a cup while riding a jackhammer,
When I’ve been down there so long I’m gonna need a tetanus shot and a muscle relaxant so I can chew my food the next day,
When I am sucking your dick,
I AM IN THE EXPERIENCE.
There is no escape.
And I SAY NO.
For every time I did it when I didn’t want to
For every friend of mine who ever did when she didn’t want to
For every women on the motherfucking planet who EVER did when she didn’t want to
I SAY NO.
Just because we’re women in a high-supply sexual economy doesn’t mean we can’t turn down a low return investment
We have the power to say NO.
We are coherent, intelligent and mature women and as we navigate the sexual landscape of the new millennium we are reclaiming our bodies and we are TAKING BACK THE NIGHT!
Well, can I get a hand job?”
Has anyone ever just assumed you were going to have sex with them?
When did suburban dads become hipster douchebags?
Talk to me. I’m listening.