The Consequences of Sex

Everyone hears all the bullshit in health class about self esteem, blah blah blah, if you have sex, you will get pregnant and die. But I don't think anyone's ever really considered what my sex drive did on friday as a consequence.
I went with halley to the movies, and long story short, we leave within ten minutes, but that's its own post, and after that, we sat outside at a dairy queen nearby, talking and having fun in general, and then making out. Well, once xe'd made out with me, all I wanted was sex, and I wanted it so bad, I would have it on the levvy, so I begged xyr to please come over and do something on the other side.

There was a problem, though. The way the hill curves, combined with the angle of the light behind it made the other side of the levvy look eerily dark, and we weren't sure how it did it. But halley's tendency to be curious and investigate scientifically lead to the discovery that it was all mathmatic, and the best thing was, once we got over there, even if someone was on top of the hill, looking down, they would have no way of seeing us or what we were doing. So, we went a little down the hill, and from that angle, we could see clearly how nothing was eerie. For a few minutes.

Then, in the middle of something, xe looked up and thought there might've been a human figure by this building that helps keep the town from flooding on the other end of the hill. We shook it off, but then heard voices, but no one was around. My mind was falling prey to the terrified and idea that this was fucking dangerous and maybe there was something supernatural going on, because that's how it happens in the movies. Yeah, not one of my prouder moments as an atheist. But, anyway, we ceased what we were doing and looked around to attempt to locate the voices, and I was sure I'd heard a child's voice. While looking around, with knowledge of the surrounding area, we saw a shadowwy, essentially blockish figure near the building that didn't belong. We kept our eyes on it for a while and I wanted to run for the light, but halley said that we should stay where we are, so if there was anything around, it couldn't see us.

Then, the blockish figure lit up and two people drove away on it, it having been a four wheeler. I was flooded with relief first, but then the strange voices returned and we also saw a weird shadow in the other direction. We decided we needed to crawl in the direction of the building and loop around it, because that way we'd never be walking towards the top of a hill, exactly. So, we crawled through soaking wet grass and mud, and swarms of mosquitos, geting cut and bitten, and halley's wrist got broken (which xe set and fixed and is better now.)

And those, kids; sheer terror, mosquito bites, grass stains, and mud, are the negative consequences of your sex drive.

About Sexualized Breasts

I am against the sexualization of breasts. They are not sex organs. They are there to feed babies, and they should be used that way. No one should ever make a woman cover up her breasts because they are sexual. But I love the feelings associated with mine, and I like them to be stimulated during sex. And I want to make it abundantly clear that "not innately sexual" and "morally wrong to utilize for sex" are two entirely different things. So everyone knows, you should feel free to use any part of your body during sex if it feels good. This includes your breasts.

So, what I mean by wanting breasts to be desexualized is that I want us to treat them like lips, or hands, or necks. The sight of them should not call to mind sex. Just like lips, they can be used in a sexual way, and you can always feel free to love the sensation, but also like lips, they should be able to be shown to the public without someone freaking out because you're showing your sexual organs to the world. That's one of the goals I feel is very important. I think this way because as long as breasts are presented as sexual organs, it's going to be hard for mothers to feel comfortable feeding their children in public. And the more breastfed children, the better. If we reverse the sexualization of breasts, we can also prevent people from bottlefeeding based on the idea that it'd be like pedophilia.

I guess that's all I mean. Every time you use your breasts in a sexual context, you are NOT promoting the sexualization of breasts. Every time you ask a breastfeeding mother to cover up, you are. Every time you look at a woman's breasts and feel some sexual feeling, you are NOT promoting the sexualization of breasts. Every time you say it's wrong for a woman to go topless in public, you are. Any questions? If so, ask me!

Your Sexual Self Is You

I am naturally shy. Very, very shy, in fact. And last night, I bought a vibrator at walmart. It was hard for me to get over the potential embarrassment. But thinking of what this means about my causes is helpful to me. See, I care a lot about the things I believe in. I am the sort of person who cannot just ignore a principle for practicality unless there are some very, very serious consequences. So, when I wanted to buy a sex toy, all I had to do to stop being nervous was breathe and say to myself "I am a sex-positive feminist. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of. I am a sex-positive feminist" and repeat. Then, I was able to smile at the lady behind the cash register and buy it.

There seems to be this idea in the media that sex isn't a part of a person, that if you have sex, or even enjoy masturbation,  you're somehow not a person with idiosyncracies other than sexual, or else that your sexual self is entirely seperate from the rest of you. It's not. Everyone can just relax about sex because it's a part of you, maybe a smaller part, maybe a bigger one, but no matter what, you don't become not you anymore when you're feeling sexual or when you have sex or whatever. These are all on the level of your other characteristics.

Take me for example, I love some wonderful oral sex, I masturbate in the middle of the night, and sometimes in public bathrooms to calm myself down. I also love to play harvest moon and zelda and like children's songs and phantom of the opera. These are all parts of me. Maybe they're not exceedingly relevant at certain times, but they're all, always a part of me.

I'm having a little trouble trying to figure out exactly what I'm trying to say. I guess what I mean is that you shouldn't feel like sex dehumanizes you. It's not like that. It's just one more part of the beautiful picture that is you.

Fucking

Well, guys, it's time we talk even more about sex! My halley has a wonderful post up over on her blog. And I could never hope to equal it, but I do want to tell you how it feels to have such purely animalistic sex, just like she did.

See, I lose track of me and her. I lose track of my actions and her responses. There's so much pleasure and so much pain that I can't tell if I want it to stop, and even if a part of me did, I couldn't tell it to say no because this is just so good that the pain can never equal the pleasure, and I'm digging my nails into her and I'm not knowing what she feels or what's going on and I'm not hearing her or seeing her or even feeling her because I can't feel seperate enough from her to experience her. I just am her, and she is me and it feels so good, and I keep coming back to good, because all of my thoughts have turned to pleasure and all of my words have flown away. I can barely think good, and there's so much good and I can't feel anything else and I'm lost in her and I don't want to move and I want to squirm and I just want more, more, more, but I don't think I can take more because I don't know what will happen if I cum anymore and I'm watching her beauty, but I can't tell that she's not me, and I want it to go on forever and I want, I want, I can't stop wanting and the isatiable desire builds andd the more I get the more I want and I almost thank god that it doesn't stop, but then I remember this is not god, this is halley, but maybe halley is god, and then I want to worship her, I want to thank her, I want to scream my gratitude for her but my words are still gone so I settle on a moan, a loud, animalistic grunt and a scream, and I can't remember my name or the alphabet, and I don't remember who I am except that I belong with her and I can't remember what I like except this, just more of this feeling, just this forever, and there's good everywhere and I'm covered and wet and the only words I can remember are good and more, and I know that's what I want and I don't know anything about life except this, and that this is good.

How I masturbate- parallel of Halley

Okay, guys, so the blog description promised "sex" as the second thing on here! So, it's about damn time that I talked about something sexual! Okay, okay, so we're all uncomfortable talking about things like this. Everyone does it (or just about) and it's a good thing for us all! Also, Halleyland readers, I'd like to share with you a different perspective on how it goes, because, guys, I don't know if you've heard, but everyone's different. And this includes masturbating differently.

I'm hard to get off. I can't do it without a lot lot lot of stimulation. And it used to make me so pissed that it's unbelievable. So, the advice she gave you, about relaxing? Yeah, do it. I had to calm the fuck down before I could masturbate effectively. After relaxation, there are lots of things you can do. I use water too.

You see, first, I fill our tub with water. Our tub makes it easy because it's a jacuzzi tub, with the jets and stuff. (my dad does a lot of side work as a lowe's installer, so he gets all of our normally expensive appliances for incredibly reduced prices.) All I do is get in, relax for a minute, turn on the water jets, and turn down the water pressure on every jet except for one. Then, I curl around it with my feet up on the side of the tub. I wriggle around until it's at an angle to push back the skin by itself and directly hit my clitoris. I generally don't move once it's there and let the water do the rest of the work. I've recently found that using a little diluted tea-tree oil (used in shampoo to prevent lice and help overly oily hair)  helps out for me. I just apply it to the general area I use to masturbate. I'd reccommend trying this with an extremely diluted amount first if you want to try it out. depending on your sensitivity level, too much could cause burning feeling or a rash.

Personally, I like to try to sing through it all. I guess that's weird. Well, I know that's really weird, but I find it's an amusing challenge. And leaning to be quiet or at least sound like you're doing something non-sexual can be beneficial. You never know when you might have some annoying neighbor or roomate who doesn't want to hear you having sex. You should try it for the fun of it, guys. :) It might make you giggle and it'll help keep it not too serious. It doesn't need to be all that serious. It should be fun, and for me, this is just the way to relax.