Boredom to Whoredom

Boredom to Whoredom2

We are either not sexing each other in a way that is healthy and fulfilling, or we are not having sex on a regular basis.

We cannot continue to neglect each other sexually. If having sex regularly is what it takes for some of us— then give it to us. No one should have access to a punanny and a pipe just for viewing. We can buy that as art work. Sex is one of the hottest spices of life, and it is necessary to our existence.

When you deprive us of sex, sexual deprivation creates an emptiness, where eventually, we will not look at you sexually. We may suppress the need of sex for you, but we cannot remove it for you. Soon, we become bored with you. Under these circumstances you crack the door for us to get it elsewhere.

If you are limited in the sex department and your partner is unlimited— Boredom to Whoredom! (Whoredom in the context of this post applies to women and men.) If you use the same position all the time, and if you are tired all of the time— or even most of the time. Can’t get it up sometime. Can’t find it. Can’t grind it. What! Boredom to Whoredom!

Sex is a science. The book called, “Tao of Sexology” (Chang) teaches this. If you are not working the science with sex, you are missing out! There are also some sexual exercises you and your sexy one can do. Practice the exercises with the challenge of keeping the longevity of the act. The exercises force you to enjoy the feel of the ridge and the shaft, while he is enjoying and exploring you.

The fun is in the bed, on the floor, by the door, on the shelf—– is you deaf!

When we are not sexed right, we are tight! And it shows in different behaviors. We become sloppy, grumpy, lumpy, slouchy, grouchy, bitchy and witchy. And we wonder why are we bored!

Men, if you are always anxious, and right when the grind is grinding, and you stop to release the oil during the moving machine— learn to breathe Mother Flower! Stop frustrating her. Learn to breathe!

How can you keep your sex life going, steady and strong? Be sexual. Do workouts. Keep a positive and powerful outlook on life every day. Do your kegels—everyday. In order to be sexually creative, you have to think about it. Read about it. Study it. Being a sexual expert is a lot of fun.

Make some sex rules. Every time he lifts that tool belt, you be the screwdriver! If your sexy one is a brilliant man, every time he expounds something to you, don’t you see that as sexy? Rock him steady while asking him with low breathy tones to talk to you. He sexes your mind while you sex his body. Men, if she bends over to do something, take her! If she is getting dressed, throw her on the bed. Take it!

Ladies! Now this is not for everybody. (Why is that again?) If you are deficient in proteins, vitamins, and minerals, the healthy male sperm has the nutrients equivalent to “…two pieces of New York steak, 10 eggs, six oranges, and two lemons combined.” (Chang)

Girl, go and get your breakfast!

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Pain in the Heart

I am in a relationship with you. I love you, so I allow you in a place where I am most vulnerable. My exposure lies in the core of my emotional existence. When I allow you in, and you say or do something that creates pain for me, it feels like a two edge sword has gone through my heart. One of the two edges is me giving you access to my heart the other edge is you actually using the knife.

The pain ignites my anger. I am angry at you, because you were too careless, maybe even too stupid to treat my heart with nothing but love. I am also angry at myself, because I allowed you in. Now I am fearful to trust you with my heart again. I am left to question myself as to why I trusted you.

Just like I would cut off my right arm before I allow any harm to come to my child — that same protection and passion I have used in caring for your heart. You executed the pain I have worked so hard to protect you from.

When I approach you, the words come hard and fast. Do not be offended. My argument is telling the relationship you have caused me pain. When I talk to you, do not defend yourself. I understand you do not want to be wrong. I understand you do not want to be less than perfect. It is not about you right now. It is because of you right now.

Understand my anger. I am strong, so I need you to see the unseen tears, as I hold them back while I try to explain to you how I feel, because the pain I feel is speaking more words than I can ever say. The heart bears no threshold to layers of pain, so there are depths you cannot see in the words I say.

If you tell me you did not know how much I love you, therefore you did not know where you were in my heart—that may be somewhat reassuring. I am not sure why you did not know. My words of love, the deeds I do for you, and the responses I give to you are all indicators of where you are in me, and who you are to me. Weren’t you listening?

How do we move forward? Take great care to open your heart—to heal mine. Expose yourself to balance my exposure. Put your heart in the place of mine and feel my pain. The pain you caused me to feel, allow it to attack your core, because this may be the teacher of remembrance, so you will never put me at risk again.

You say, “I am your woman.” You say, “I am your man.” Perhaps the value of possession should be placed more in owning and taking responsibility of my heart, rather than my body or the icon of me you say you own.

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