Most of us have had a family pet at some point in our lives. My family had Taz, a hamster, and I would soon find out how short their life spans were. In about 2-3 yrs time, he died. I'll spare the details on the sad day, but we took him to the vet and he never came back. If you can’t see where I’m headed with this, the point is: you don’t keep dead pets. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why I didn’t get to take the day off for the tragedy that had struck our family. This was the first of many lessons coming my way:
She could teach him that rubbing a woman’s clit with the same aggression you’d show a wine stain on a white couch probably wasn’t gonna work. If you’re not enjoying sex, the mood is already ruined. So throw that excuse out the window. Speak up. When men pretend to know what they’re doing and women pretend to enjoy it we create a cycle of perpetual shitty sex.
The image was sexy, which is what we assume is always the goal when a woman is naked. It feeds a fantasy we want to keep intact because THAT girl can be a wallpaper or a #wcw, right? I realized that when I was in my most natural state, sharing a moment with my daughter, I ruined that fantasy. Breastfeeding mothers receive similar backlash. Boobs are cool until we can no longer sexualize them.