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Virginity: 3 Reasons Why You Should Wait Until Marriage

Virginity: 3 Reasons Why You Should Wait Until Marriage Oh yeah, I'm taking it there. I have two daughters. One is a teen and now has a new interest in the opposite sex. I have explained to her that dating will not commence before her sixteenth birthday. Even then, I plan to be involved in her dating life. That means that if I don't know that boys parents, he can't come over. It also means that I am slapping a promise ring on my daughters finger and giving her the talk. No, not about sex. Too late for that. We covered that last year. We are going to talk about putting a vice on her virginity. In the spirit of full disclosure, I will share with you the three reasons I've come up with as to why a person should keep their virginity until they jump the broom. Want to read it? Here it goes: You have zero perspective. Virgins don't know what sex is supposed to be other than what they see on television and in the movies which is always glamorized. I mean, who reall...

What's In A Hymen?

What's In a Hymen? I read in the paper last week, that some women are seeking to have their hymens repaired so that their soon to be husbands to be would believe that they are virgins. (insert deep breath here) Okay, maybe in a culture where women are expected to be virgins and if they aren't they are stoned to death, or forced into brothels or something...but AMERICA? Then again, what the heck is so great about America? The bottom line is, we as women are so compelled to satisfy men that we are willing to surgically reinvent hymens. Absurd is putting it mildly. Outrageous is more I like it. So, where are all these men who are breaking hymens and running off to marry preserved virgins with hymens in tact, and ready to be broken? Regardless of where you are from, it's the same mentality. Americans are no different and no less oppressed when most American women either: a) broke their hymen in a drunken stupor b) broke their hymen with a guy who's last name isn...

Why A Booty Equals Big Bucks

Just what is it about that massive backside that keeps women squatting religiously in the gym, injecting themselves with body fat and fillers, or posting numerous pics looking over their shoulder smiling flirtatiously in the shadow of their more attention-grabbing rear?  Some may say JLo started the beauty of the booty. Others may point to the gawking of Sarah Baartman. Either way, there is no denying that a delectable derrier commands attention...but why? Allow me to explain: Whether you are an avid cheek chaser, or anti derriere display from the moment you click, share, or like that image or link there is someone that you will never see who is tracking your engagement. There is someone who takes your action as a positive indicator of a successful #marketing campaign. Never mind if you shared the post and bashed it for it's desperate plea for attention. Forget about tagging your friends and lamenting over what is wrong with society today. The bottom line is: You sh...

K.I.S.S.I.N.G : From School Yard Chant to The Boudoir

...First comes love, then comes marriage then comes.... with a baby carriage! Do you remember singing that with friends when you were teasing someone about a crush during recess? I do. Any time I heard it I would giggle along with my friends and join in chanting it along with them. I remember wanting desperately to kiss a boy in the sixth grade. His name was Matthew and I thought he was about the cutest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. He of course was oblivious to my existence and I never got a chance to even speak to him so forget about kissing him. Once I started to blossom and left the awkward stage most tweens go through, I had no problems with my first kiss or the many kisses that came after that. Kissing was the thing when I was growing up. My Best Friend and I had a Kiss List. We write the name of all of the guys that we had kissed and periodically rate them against each other. As my kiss list grew to the double digits I became afraid as bouts of herpes and mono were prese...

Go DJ!

This blog is rated R, but if my writing abilites are up to par I may be able to change that to PG 13. I doubt it. Let's stick with the former and not the latter. I want to talk taboo, I want to get a little crude with just enough discretion to keep you reading... I want to talk about Lewinsky's. Its a sad thing when your name becomes synonymous with a sexual act (or perhaps an accomplishment depending on how you look at it). However, most of us will not remember former white house intern Monica Lewinsky for much else but pulling off risque Lewinsky behavior underneath President Clintons desk. So, back to Lewinsky's... When I was a teenager, I remember vowing to my best friend that once I lost my virginity I would do just about anything but allow "that thing" in my mouth. She felt the same. Years later however, I felt compelled to at least give it a few trys and these days, she is a self-proclaimed guru (go figure). Another friend of mine has pretty much kept her ...

Circumcise Me Why Don't You?

I have a confession: I used to read Cosmo . Once I realized that all this magazine does is tell women what men are thinking, how to please a man in the bed room and occasionally how to increase your own pleasure in the bedroom. After some time I came to realize that these magazines target women, only inform them on how to cater to men. Something is wrong with that picture. Is there any magazine that tells men what WOMEN want? No, I am really asking. I would like to know because I would love to recommend it to a few guys I know. Chances are, they wouldn't buy it anyway. Why is it that men are so disinterested with the mind and pleasures of women while many women are still picking the brains of any man that is willing to share the trade secrets of the male gender? I feel like I am living in a world run by men! Wait, I am living in a world run by men because women are too dense to realize and assert their power over men (but I digress)... There has to come a time in your adult life t...