Sunday 22 February 2015

Binary



When it comes to gender, people who argue for the third sex school of thought, argue from the point that the current gender position is that of binary. Binary meaning that the only choices you are given are that of male and female. This however, is not that blog.

In the recent past I have began to notice that sex is also quite the binary notion. By sex I mean that act that that the bible tells you not to have before marriage, the act your folks try to act like is not happening, the act that society makes you feel ashamed of, the act that individuals want to prove is not happening in their lives...in short... that act where you are both naked and giving each other pleasure.

I am the kind of person who is constantly reading about sex, I listen to this amazing sex positive podcast by a guy called Dan Savage. The kind of calls he receives proves that sex has been presented as a binary notion.
Masturbation is a privilege of the male species. Society has affirmed and made it fine for men to jerk off, be in touch with their member and know how to pleasure themselves in turn being aware of what pleasure feels like. Women on the other hand, are few and far between who touch themselves. I have had conversations with very sexual very horny women but they are very awkward about the idea of touching themselves. Being in touch with their clit, their vaginas, and their femininity is a very foreign concept to them. How do you know what you like in bed if you don’t touch yourself? How do you know how to pleasure another woman if you are not in touch, both literally and figuratively, with yourself?

“Show me your porn and I will tell you who you are,” is a stupid mantra I have. For me it denotes kink...people are crazy kinky and the porn they watch is such an indicator of how kinky their mind is...lol!! Again, porn is such a binary notion. It is ok for men to have porn collections, to watch porn and eventually jerk off to. Women on the other hand are weird around porn. I have met very few chics who are open about watching porn and the porn they have. Like what is so wrong with watching porn? Minus the fact that lesbian porn is shot for the male audience, there are so many other porn types that queer women can fall in love with, and pick up some moves, jerk off to and the cherry on top..cum...

Fetishes, three quarter of them are classified a mental illness the other quarter are not utilised because of the stigma surrounding having a fetish. Sex as a binary has been made to look like if you like leather or feet or bondage or dominance-submission or pain there is something wrong with you. Why is it that if your mind is not locked down to missionary or scissoring then there is something wrong with you? Why has sex been made to feel so constricted...so binary. Fetishes are cool, they are sexy, and they are dynamic...they open up new levels of orgasmic...

Homo vs Hetero sex is definitely the biggest binary notion of sex. It is so difficult for heterosexual people to wrap their heads around gay sex because of the binary that is man to woman sex. It is so difficult for most of them to understand gay people as people because they are so stuck on the sexual act. For men who have sex with men, the constant mental block is anal sex. But my argument has always been, there are by far more straight than gay people in the world, therefore based on numbers, there are more straight people having anal sex than all the gay men in the world combined. For women who have sex with women, the constant argument is that is not sex, it’s foreplay, there is no dick so how can that be sex? Trust me as a queer woman, I can attest to the fact that just because there is no dick, there is plenty of cuming, connecting and sex happening.

Sex toys have for the longest time been an issue that most people are very weird about. Sex toys come in literally all shapes and sizes and they are meant for fun. Sex toys have also been thrown in a binary position where women who have sex with women are left with a bad taste in their mouths after that annoying question, “why would you use a strap on (or any other sex toy) and you claim don’t need a man?” My answer, because a sex toy is just that, a toy. Where toys ever created for particular people to play with....guess not...

Society has locked everything down; let sex be, let people express themselves in whatever ways they want to. Let people cum...gaddammit!!!

Thursday 12 February 2015

Politically Incorrect...

I am that kind of person who is constantly politicking, and by politicking I mean I have an opinion about almost everything. I am constantly bringing up topics that are not conventional. I like to see how other people think and the only way you can get a somewhat accurate feel of how someone thinks, it is by asking questions that elicit responses that cannot be generic. Topics like religion, homosexuality, gender, violence,government politics, feminism etc are topics that everybody has an opinion on based on their life lens.

This blog is not the kind where I give my opinion about various topics, my question is, what happens when her politics and your politics are not in sync.
What happens when she gives a superficial fuck about things. My definition of a superficial fuck is the kind of people who just don't care. They pride themselves in wallowing in ignorance, "my opinion doesn't matter", "it has never happened to me...so what?"
What happens when we cannot have a conversation aside from gossiping?
What happens when I crave challenge in the way I think..but she has nothing to offer?
What happens when she is so ignorant about life that being around her has my brain wanting to explode?
What happens when her idea of conversation is those stupid memes?
What happens when wit, puns and sarcasm just float by her...clueless?
What happens when the sapiosexual in me cannot take this anymore...aaaaaargh?
Is it even possible to teach someone how to give a fuck?
Am I the one who is too much?
Should I reel in my curiosity, my thirst to know more, my yearning for knowledge?
What happens when you are politically incorrect and she is just there sitting pretty?
I don't mean that you have to agree with me...heck!even the more you disagree with my politics the more intrigued I get.
Just give a fuck...some type of fuck...
Have an opinion...nobody's opinion is correct or the truth..it's just that...an opinion...
What the fuck do you stand for..if your biggest conversation starter is the weather?
What the fuck are we supposed to bond about if you are the kind of person that keeps shit superficial...
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!
*endsrant*

Tuesday 3 February 2015

Definition of love...

Maybe this is my happy place,
This corner at my local where I sit and mind my own business,
Maybe this is where I feel inspired to write,
Beer and ciggy in hand,
Or maybe it's the waitress with come fuck me boobs,
I just want to staaaaare....
I digress.....
I was having a sappy convo with a friend a while back,
Sappy equals "have you ever been in love?" type of questions,
And this has stuck with me for a while now,
Like really stuck,
Mainly because I have been throwing around the phrase I love you
without really considering what it means to me...
Love is such a broad word,
I have never thought about actually defining it for myself,
Defining it would actually make my life easier in terms of actually knowing
knowing what I want,
Knowing when cupid strikes...
I get lost in lust...then brand it love...
I don't really know how to define love
rather where to start...
I know it is a beautiful thing
I know for sure that my super logical mind gets super stupid...
more like stuck on stupid...
I know that my emotional centre is more dead than alive,
But I could swear that I have been in love,
at least I hope that's what it was...
I know that I am a sapiosexual...
Fuck my mind and my pussy will be dripping for you...
I know that ambition and drive turns me on...
I know that I don't give a fuck about physical aesthetic...
But I am definitely not one of those it's what's on the inside that matters...
Because some insides are not worth the matter...
I now know that love is not a feeling...
it is a deliberate choice to invest in another human being your mind, body and soul,
it is the deliberate choice to trust another even when you do not trust yourself,
it is the deliberate choice to be loyal even when that loyalty is to a fault,
it is that deliberate choice to let another have a glimpse into the parts of you that even you don't like to venture into,
those dark dark spaces,
those spaces that keep you escaping reality...self medicating...
it is the deliberate choice to be kind, to be true, to connect, to be one with another,
it is the deliberate choice to be vulnerable...
to let that guard down...
it is the deliberate choice to get each others politics...have an open mind to allow
yourself to learn and even when we wont let up,stuck solely on our points of view...agreeing to disagree is just fine...
it is the deliberate choice to love so hard, have your heart broken...get up..and love harder...
So what does love really mean to me?
Love is a deliberate choice...not a feeling...


Come with every wound and every
woman you've ever loved;
every lie you've ever told and
whatever it is that keeps you up at night.
Every mouth you've punched in, all the blood
you've ever tasted. Come with every enemy you've ever made
and all the family you've ever buried and every
dirty thing you've ever done; every drink that's
burnt your throat and every morning you've 
woken with nothing and no one. 
 Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, 
memories, black outs, secrets.
I've never seen anything more beautiful than you.

Warsan Shire

Monday 2 February 2015

I might as well just blog...

Sooooooo I am sitting at my local bar...
Minding my own business...as usual...
Having my favorite lager...
Listening to some reggae music...
For some weird reason the past three weeks have had me crave reggae music...
I am on my phone...obviously on Instagram..
I am tired though...
tired of looking at people's pictures...
tired of having that "is this an accurate reflection of their lives" debate in my mind...
So I thought...
I might as well blog...beer and ciggy in hand...
Should I blog about this random white guy who is so drunk...removes shirt to initiate a fight with the waiter...
No!!!let that amuse me..
There is very little to be amused about nowadays...
I think it's the darkness...again...
The very darkness I am constantly fighting...
Micro managing my mind...
That fine balance between temporary and permanent...
That fight to control a part of me that I am sure controls me...
Trying to be the bigger woman in a mental space that convinces me I am small...I am nothing
Self medicating...
Feelings of guilt plague me...
Apathy...regret...nothingness...
Darkness everywhere...
Light!!Oh!!!Light where at thou....
Is this fight even worth it?...
Then that reminder that life is worth living...loving...embracing..
You are enough...just the way you are love...
You are perfect...
Special even worth it perhaps...
Back again to fucked up thoughts...
Isolation...misanthropy...sadness...tears that wont flow...
Back to happy...
What is happy anyway?
That elusive silver lining...
So let me just blog...
To get out of my head...
Or let me just stare at this random shirtless white guy...
Beer and ciggy in hand...
Let his drunken state amuse me..
Have me laugh quietly to myself for the rest of the week...
There is almost nothing amusing nowadays...
So I might as well just blog...