Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2011

Mind-blowing sex ...

[The overdue sexy post - Open mind needed]

All that orgy-talk and simultaneous intercourse got some of you excited, right? Come on, admit it. Your curiosity overrode all else, as if I didn't know. When men talk about sex, it's a given. But when women talk about it openly, men would go on alert because that's mainly their subject. The world is changing, or is that a cliche?

In my faith, if a guy so much as look at a woman and imagining himself in bed with her, he is already committing a sin - adultery. Same goes with a woman. The Bible says you don't have to do the deed with him/her physically to actually sin. You can do so with just your mind. Like, if a person wishes so badly for another person to die, he has already committed murder in his mind. He might as well pick up a weapon and kill that person himself.

But that's my faith, people, nothing to do with yours. Maybe the same but different.

Which is why now that I think about it, some religions require their women not to dress indecently or suggestively because it will invite the men to think improper thoughts which in turn will lead them to sin. So yes, the mind is a powerful tool. Or a channel, if you must. Fathers with growing-up daughters know this. Mothers more so.

Now when I read in The Stars paper about the Obedient Wives Club (OWC) talking about having spiritual sex, I frowned. Maybe I was supposed to laugh out loud, but I was holding a mug of hot coffee and it won't do well to spill it and waste good brew. My initial thought was "Dude, really?" Twice I read it, still it made no sense and still the laughter didn't come.

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. This, right after everyone initially misinterpreted the author of the book. That's right, I am definitely talking about that "Islamic Sex, Fighting Jews to Return Islamic Sex to the World" book. The one and only. I mean, at least a 'group sex' is more understandable to mean what the writer says it means, no matter how outrageous. But to say that it actually means having spiritual sex with multiple wives in different locations? Oh, that effectively gives 'ubiquitous' a new meaning.

Last I checked, only God can be in many places at one time. Omnipresent. But again, that is my faith people.

The more the OWC open their collective mouths, the more they sound like some Cult group. You know, the ones that are destined for tragic ending of some sort, if you read enough of the kind.

 File Pic: YodPod, the sun kissed hippie "Source" cult (Guruphiliac)

Smells weirder by the minute, if you ask me. That is only the first book. Wait till you see the second book! I bet they would have visuals and pictures with positions and tips and such! It is going to be a best-seller yet although I'm imagining no man will own up ever reading it. Who knows religious porn sells? Well what else would you call it? Madonna and her SEX book will cry foul!

Psst... they're selling the books strictly to members only (although how the frog it got into the wrong hands is suspiciously conspiratorial) so how about that? There will be a leak again, I bet you.

Yes, it is bad form to make fun of other people's belief. And I am having a really open mind, but sometimes, some things just cannot be open enough. Oh I am the last person you should ask about sex, but even I know how frustrating it must be not to have the real thing. Whatever happened to good ol' sex the natural way?

Oh one more! One more! This one actually made me sat down speechless. There's one part that says "It is important for a woman’s breasts to be sucked in order to prevent breast cancer". On a medicinal view, yes, it is researched that breastfeeding helps to reduce breast cancer among women. But this one is written in a purely sexual context, I am so sure they were not talking about babies and breast feeding. Which leaves ........

WHAT??

You probably didn't say it out loud, but you think it!! Ha ha!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Tie me up baby... Hey, who you calling a whore?

(I swear I wasn't gonna blog about this, but hey if you have to say it you have to say it)

While the Nation is currently focusing on the issues related to the roles of wives and husbands and the marriage institution and what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, and religions (like you can escape that), thanks to the now infamous Obedient Wives Club (OWC); I looked on my bare fingers and closed my tired eyes and thought, better a single woman with rights of her own than a wife with all these perception and expectation hanging over her head. Better a woman with choices and no one to answer to, than a woman constantly shackled and misconstrued. Better a woman with means than a woman without. Better a woman alone against the world than a woman alone for it.

I'm beginning to sound like a freaking feminist. Not. Just generally pissed off.

Tag an 'obedient' label on me, and I will suddenly feel the urge to rebel. It's the Law of Reflects, the most natural occurence in the universe. People tell you to stay put, do you listen? No. But don't get me wrong. Not rebel against my so-called future husband, just against the world and its misapprehension and misplaced guidance. It's the 21st century honey. It's the land of equal opportunity. Not equal treatment, just equal opportunity. You know what that means, right? Whatever happens to love, honour and respect? Don't you even believe in your own vows? It's equal everything else. Last I witnessed, two people repeated the vows, not one. If you have to work at something, it requires cooperation and equal understanding and action.

And why does the tag 'Obedient' suddenly makes me think of BDSM? How does something so innocent and good become so indecently proposed and remarked upon? This does brings to my mind the image of silk rope, spanking crop, creaking beds, palm marks on sensitive skins, and soft whimpers of sacrificial sounds ... all possible pictures thanks to Google search. (Sorry, my head just wandered off). Did the originator of the Club perhaps have these in mind? No?  I don't believe you.

How far am I right, then? Where did the taboo go, and our shyness about speaking of such things in public, things our elders only discuss and taught us to discuss in private and only in twos? You want to dispense with that and start addressing (or undressing) them one by one? You want to bring it all out in the open, speak of the unmentionables, discuss the dos and don'ts, in the name of saving the marriage institution, and so-called restraining the husbands from straying?

Then be prepared for the consequences. For the uproars. For the obstructions. For pissed off women. For indignant husbands. For the damage.

I mean, come on ... take this for a simplest explanation: If a country who still has a policy ruling about banning or allowing international mega superstar artists from performing here just because of his/her wardrobes or stage antics or lyrics or whatever excuses they can think of, what makes you think any of these things you started will be widely accepted and embraced? I'm not even going to mention religion here.

You know, that's why we have marriage councelors. Marriage is not a situation we delve into and then form a club for damage control. It should be treated with the respect and reverence and the degree of importance it deserves, like its the closest thing to religion. A husband is a head of the house, but he sure isn't God. And if I start telling you that treating him like he holds your salvation in his hands is not going to help your cause or pave your way to heavens, you will think me shallow and unrespectful of other religion. I'm not. Who likes being called a whore anyway?

You know, when it comes down to it, the intention is good, it's the means I don't agree with. And maybe also the 'ambassador'. No offence but people naturally would buy an item that looks like it works on the person  especially the one promoting it.  Imagine Angelina Jolie promoting this... and not some exhausted looking woman who looks like she's just been you know ... repeatedly. She's supposed to glow from it, but why didn't she, or is my doctor wrong, or perhaps bad camera angles? (Sorry, I can't help it. Sorry. I will repent tomorrow.)

But then again, I know what's in your head: I'm not married yet, so what do I know? Just letting off overdue steams.