Maybe I was too harsh last night. Was I? I hope the male population, well at least that part of the populace that reads/follows my ranting, didn't take offence. I apologize, deeply and sincerely. I only wanted the male to take a second and consider, do I really know where it is? I am sure if you look it up online the answer is out there.
And if by any chance you thought I was speaking of you, well probably not, but is it worth taking the chance? Have unhappy women, sexually frustrated grumpy PMS-ing women, leaving you because you don't listen, don't take a hint, don't know at ALL what you are doing. Probably not. Actually the whole thing was a theme of a discussion I had with my lovely sis a week ago or so. She told me a story, which freaked me out. Not because it was gross or disgusting, just because I am scared that there are lost of unhappy women out there. So sorry sis, here goes for retelling your retold story:
A man in his forties, a sculptor in fact, was always talking about sex with his male comrades. Always speaking as if he knew everything, and did everything, and made every woman know of his presence whenever he entered a room. The stereotypical forty-something born again Casanova, with a wife of course on the 'side'. Always asking his friends what they do and how they do it, as if to compare notes. One day he gets kicked out of his studio, for some reason which is not important for the telling of this specific story, and he ends up sharing a studio with a few of his male compadres. A few weeks(or days) later one of these friends enters the studio to find a relief-like laid down sculpture of what could only be/look like a vagina, however, on the one side of the opening, which I can only assume was meant to represent the actual inner/outer lips and the subsequent 'hole' for a lack of a better word right now, half way down the side of the opening there was a light (LED I presume, even if I haven't actually seen the thing). So the friend ponders to himself, what is this light for and why is it all the way down the right hand side of the lips on the vagina. There must be a reason. So he asks the sculptor himself, what is that light meant to represent? The clitoris of course, what do you think!?! The man says with a grin on his face. The friend then has to tell the sculptor that actually this is nowhere near the clitoris and demonstrates on the 'vagina' sculpture where it is, or at least the nearer area/location. The sculptor then freaks out and claims to his friend this is def where the clitoris is and the friend must be wrong. Then other male friends are called in and they all confirm that the location is NOT on the side of the vagina as displayed by the sculpture. The man still holds his ground and states that all the others must be wrong, haha yeah right! Then leaves the studio in a frenzy and doesn't return for several days...obviously discovering his mistake and being too embarrassed to return to the scene of the crime.
Imagine the sculptor's poor wife, he's been rubbing the wrong place for what, twenty-something years? On the other hand, why in hell would she let him? Crazy!
And if by any chance you thought I was speaking of you, well probably not, but is it worth taking the chance? Have unhappy women, sexually frustrated grumpy PMS-ing women, leaving you because you don't listen, don't take a hint, don't know at ALL what you are doing. Probably not. Actually the whole thing was a theme of a discussion I had with my lovely sis a week ago or so. She told me a story, which freaked me out. Not because it was gross or disgusting, just because I am scared that there are lost of unhappy women out there. So sorry sis, here goes for retelling your retold story:
A man in his forties, a sculptor in fact, was always talking about sex with his male comrades. Always speaking as if he knew everything, and did everything, and made every woman know of his presence whenever he entered a room. The stereotypical forty-something born again Casanova, with a wife of course on the 'side'. Always asking his friends what they do and how they do it, as if to compare notes. One day he gets kicked out of his studio, for some reason which is not important for the telling of this specific story, and he ends up sharing a studio with a few of his male compadres. A few weeks(or days) later one of these friends enters the studio to find a relief-like laid down sculpture of what could only be/look like a vagina, however, on the one side of the opening, which I can only assume was meant to represent the actual inner/outer lips and the subsequent 'hole' for a lack of a better word right now, half way down the side of the opening there was a light (LED I presume, even if I haven't actually seen the thing). So the friend ponders to himself, what is this light for and why is it all the way down the right hand side of the lips on the vagina. There must be a reason. So he asks the sculptor himself, what is that light meant to represent? The clitoris of course, what do you think!?! The man says with a grin on his face. The friend then has to tell the sculptor that actually this is nowhere near the clitoris and demonstrates on the 'vagina' sculpture where it is, or at least the nearer area/location. The sculptor then freaks out and claims to his friend this is def where the clitoris is and the friend must be wrong. Then other male friends are called in and they all confirm that the location is NOT on the side of the vagina as displayed by the sculpture. The man still holds his ground and states that all the others must be wrong, haha yeah right! Then leaves the studio in a frenzy and doesn't return for several days...obviously discovering his mistake and being too embarrassed to return to the scene of the crime.
Imagine the sculptor's poor wife, he's been rubbing the wrong place for what, twenty-something years? On the other hand, why in hell would she let him? Crazy!
3 comments:
Well, after those posts about clitorises and their locations, I think you owe your readers an explanatory post on it.
Something like "The clitoris demystified" or "The vagina: a roadmap". I for one await eagerly.
If however you feel that you've already reached your quota on talking about the clitoris, I understand.
:) I will take it into consideration. Will be a little busy the next few days, but if I find a free moment I will try to find some useful info for you.
And by the way, you can never talk too much about the clitoris ;)
Hey girl, I am getting a bit conerned about your clitoral obsession. Do you not have vaginal (g spot) orgasms... I mean the clitoris is fine, but it is only part of a much bigger story...
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