A Rebuttal

It would appear that a simple meme I posted yesterday got a fellow blogger's tighty whitey's in a twist. HERE IF YOU DARE

I'd like to clarify a few things.

First, this is metaphorical. It means that sweet talking seduction will get more than speaking down to me or treating me like your whore. So to clarify, I would never, let me emphasize NEVER, put a man's vulnerable dangly parts in peril unless it was a matter of life and death. I have much better methods of handling obnoxious assholes than kneeing them where it counts. However, if a man puts his hands on me, he has effectively put his 'nads on the line. If I'm fighting for my well-being, I will knee, punch, grab and twist, bite and do my damnedest to bring the shithead to his knees where I can finish him off. So unless you seek to do me harm, your tender bits are safe around me. ~collective sigh of relief from the male gender~

Second bone of contention, the whole equality/superiority thing. Women are equal to men in what counts the most, Liberty. The right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. If you are a man who believes that by merely possessing a y-chromosome, your rights supersede those of women, then you really don't get the whole "liberty" thing. If you think going out and making a living while the little woman sits at home and watches Oprah and eats bonbons, makes you superior to her, then you're wrong on TWO counts. What a woman accomplishes in the home is just as valuable and at times, more demanding than what many men do in their days. You spend 24 hours being a housewife with small kids and see how you fare. Women aren't "superior" to men, men aren't "superior" to women. We are both human beings with the same God-given rights.

Third bone of contention, sex. (Sorry Poppy, you might want to skip this part). This one is a tuffy for me because of my background. Growing up being told that sex is nasty and women shouldn't enjoy it, I have a very twisted, stunted and painful view of my own sexuality. In one part of my head is every man, preacher, boyfriend, husband who distinctly drew the line between a "respectable woman" and a "whore" with the level of enjoyment being the divider; and in the other part of my head is a very sensuous, loving, passionate woman who wants that deep connection with a man that includes a full, adventurous and satisfying sex life. On the one hand, I fear sex and on the other I crave it. And all the negative, terrifying, stunting emotions come from interactions with men who hold the same beliefs about sex and women as those voiced by Mr. Poretto. This narrow-minded view of what is and isn't acceptable for a woman sexually is one of the biggest reasons I've never had an orgasm during sex, why I was too ashamed to masturbate until my mid-40s, and why my first self-induced orgasm reduced me to tears. Seriously, I came and cried. It scared the shit out of me.

I would like to state here that sex isn't the Devil. That whatever position you want to try is just okey dokey. That you won't spontaneously burst into flames sending your soul to eternal Hell if you indulge in oral sex, doggy style, bondage, spanking, or any other kinky little thing that you and the person you love wish to gift to each other. Because that's what sex is, it's a gift. It isn't a "duty" one has to fulfill, it isn't an obligation, it isn't a bargaining chip to be given or withheld in exchange for something; it isn't a nasty act of mutual degradation. It is one person giving themselves and the person they're with a whole lot of pleasure. Pure and simple. So darlins', my beloved friends, go forth and let your freak flags fly.