Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

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...

The Big FC: Female Condom Review My first, and last encounter with the Big FC was when my husband and I were still living together, very much in love and quite open to trying new things. Judging by my situation now (separated, warding off love with a garlic necklace, and stuck in my ways), one could infer it was quite some time ago. I decided that I wanted to use the FC because I found it to be liberating that a woman can finally have her own special "designed for her" condom. I likened it to doing a romantic dinner with a man and saying "your house or mine"? I wanted to tell my husband "No dear, put that away! We're using mine today." WRONG! In order to spare you the details and break every TMI rule out there, I will just tell you women (and men) that the BIG FC (pun intended) is a GINORMOUS waste of time polyurathane sheath that masquerades as female contraceptive device. At first glance, the Female Condom is best described as... intimidat...

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...

I remember when I was a kid, I had the most outlandish theories on how babies were made. I thought that if two people were sitting at a table naked and drinking champagne with poop in it, they were making babies. Please. Do Not Ask. I actually see the psychology behind my thinking but its all too shameful to share. I can't do it. As time went on I eventually learned how babies came about and learned that some people like to practice having babies, with zero intention of making them at all. That's when the name calling came about. Kids in school would refer to male genitals with the most lewd words. My eyes would widen and then narrow in disgust. Who came up with these names? They are terrible. I recall my eldest daughter taking a bath. I was washing her up and she said "Mommy, Cameron has a tail." I kept washing. I had an idea of where this was going and I wanted to know why in the hell she was privy to this in daycare. I said "really?" She said "Yes...

It's happened. You're in the heat of the moment and there is the tell tale popping sound; the latex sling shot that was the sole barrier between passion and pregnancy (and other things we won't mention). Or the stroke was dope until the rain coat decided to slip off in the midst of the downpour. It's in those moments that one of two things happen: You either pretend that it didn't happen and in the heat of the moment take your chances or you take a pause to strap up and then tap up once again. Either option isn't ideal. So today, I found the Tailor Fit Condom . For only about $1.25 USD each, you will gain the experience of a jimmy that doesn't shimmy (Oh, I really impressed myself with that one). These condoms which go by the brand name of Sustain are organic, Kosher, and GMO free. I feel like I should wrap my sushi in these things. I haven't found any reviews on these condoms but should you decide to give them a try, I welcome you to leave a review r...

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...

" You know I care about you", he whined. He always seemed to whine when he was trying to persuade her. His brown eyes were wild and pleading. She didn't want to. She couldn't put a finger on why she didn't or when she would, but she just didn't. He still kept at it. What was a conversation became a debate. Every sentence said was in the form of an argument. He was stating his case. Why was he so passionate? "I'm not going to go anywhere. You know that." His frustration became apparent. He was annoyed with her for being so indecisive. He was impatient. He didn't want an answer, he wanted "the answer". She began to feel nervous. He did care for her, she knew that ... he isn't going anywhere... she knew that . Why was it so hard to give in? He finally relented with a few cuss words and turned his back to her. She felt like she upset him. Her nurturing instinct told her to make him feel better. She touched his shoulder, be...