Virulent Vagina

Freakables & Geekables,


How goes it? Staying in touch with the freak in you I hope!... and the geek too 8-)


I am aware that the production of this blog may be regarded as a self defeating/destructive entity for couple  reasons:


     1.  Future employment - a blog about sex and getting freaky isn't necessarily a resume builder, especially when the sex industry is not on the horizon.

And sometimes even more daunting than that is:

     2.  The possibility of a significant/insignificant other/s discovering this blog on the top sites of my Mac and going apeshit upon recognizing the body parts in the banner, then escalating to ballistic when he figures out which story is about him.

But I have to say that I need to do this. Sex is an important part of life.... My life, any way. It's not the most important, but in a "romantic" relationship it is important. Whether or not you are "doing it" (it being the whole or the individual parts of sex) or not is important because your reasons/desires/motivations for doing or not doing so are sometimes simple, but more often than not are complex, layered, and mired with emotion.

So anyways, recently I had to take to twitter to ask a question. A question that could only come to mind after personally swimming in Lake Experience, located in WhereIam, USA. The question:

This is a very serious question.

Men call it blue balls - an annoying feeling, a pressure. A major discomfort for many who, when aroused to the point of erection with no where to release, may feel like their testicles will explode if they do not ejaculate somewhere. 

Well, this isn't so hard to understand once you learn that ejaculate can exit the man's body at an AVERAGE speed of 45 km/h (27.96 mi/h).  Average... meaning that the possibility remains his ejaculate could exit with Evil Knievel/ ambitions in "mind". Physics was never my forte, but it is for Dr John Marshall, Ph.D. Sexual Physics. 

So if my memory serves me correctly (and it may not), potential like that could lead to immense build up a.k.a pressure & that ball busting feeling.

But... what about women. Our potential children do not exit from our vaginas doing tricks and acrobatics. There is that phenom of squirting, but that has nothing on the speed and force of male ejaculate nor its likeness to the blade of Zorro's sword.

I speak to & from my own experience when I say that the female equivalent to blue balls is the virulent vagina. A vagina full of malice. A vagina that, angered enough, will kick you out of the house but ass naked and later send your clothes by snail mail. Ok maybe that's an exaggeration, but life has taught me that if I can think it, it has already happened.


Seriously, has no one else experienced the reverberating uterine angst of a disappointed vagina? A feeling like an olympic gold medalist miscalculated a shotput throw and the damn thing landed smack dab in the middle of your pelvic area? And once it landed proceeded to burrow its way into your uterus, daring you to not find a way to expel it? . . . No one?... Well ME NEITHER! psssht. 


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That is what Virulent Vagina feels like... to me anyway. I imagine that if my vagina could speak during a gut wrenching episode, it would simply lament, "WHHHHYYYYYYYYY??" Virulent vagina is experienced if, like men, we are aroused to THE point... and then... left hanging... like christmas decorations all. year. round.


Any sexual partner that will leave you assed out (literally) in this sexual paint with no guilt, remorse, or empathy for your situation should be dropped. You be Diddy, let him/her be the band & send that ass to brooklyn for some cheesecake and tell em stay... amongst other things! Once is ok. Twice alright. Everybody can't be at optimum performance all the time. 


If you are in a serious relationship this shouldn't apply to you. If it does, you need to reevaluate. If you are in a casual relationship then rest assured there's another fish in the sea that gives a damn as to whether or not you are satisfied.


Because this is where the virulence comes in... the thought that a person could be so inhumane as to leave you stranded with merely a life vest in shark infested waters; to make you a part of the cast of LOST without your knowledge!


Some people will say I am giving too much weight to sex in a relationship, but ultimately the sexual stratosphere is but a reflection and projection of the character of a person. So if they are selfish in sex, chances are they are selfish in other aspects outside the >insert wherever you like to have sex here<.


In his/her defense, said person may be unaware of how their actions come off or affect partners so it would be beneficial for both parties involved to have this discussion. If he/she is aware however... GET YOUR ASS UP & OUT OF THEIR SELFSERVING PAINT!

Freakably Geektastic!: ERIMAJ

In 2009 I declared that 2010 would be the year I reinstated myself in Musical Utopia - that place to which only good music can take you. A place where the music becomes a part of you. A place where music is love, happiness, endorphins, pheromones, post-coital conversation, butterflies, kisses on the forehead, prayers, chocolate, warm embraces, hand holding while hood strolling, soul searching, a gaze & a smile on the uptown A train ... sigh. A Place where music IS life, music gives life and complements it like cheese does wine... And 2010 has not disappointed me thus far.


Today I was made privy to ERIMAJ on Twitter. ERIMAJ is the band led by drummer Jamire Williams. This EP, Memo to All, takes me back to the first time I listened to Foreign Exchange on their album Connected. It gave me breath. It was what music was supposed to feel like. This EP is to life what urban romance is to Brooklyn, Harlem or DC. It's thoughtful, it's emotive, it's hopeful, it's sexy, it's fresh, it's funky, it's jazz & it's hip-hop! And all I wanna know is where/when can I see/hear ERIMAJ play! Read the NY Times review here. 

This poem was inspired by Track 4: For You (For Who?) on Memo to All. I was completely inspired and had to seize the opportunity. Take a listen, download and ENJOY!

If you've ever been to NYC in the fall,
then you can attest to
the romance
which oozes from the concrete, gets
stuck to your shoes.
You can't help but take it every where!
it's in the air
The breeze that caresses the trees &
Coaxes the recitation of passionate soliloquies
of longing and
Fiery couplets of regret.
Recanting cycles of falling
And the love that made it wet.
Insatiable appetite of desire. To
reconnect.
To that thing which gave it life.
Coasting on the invisible that gives it breath.
Submitting to the possibility that
It would have no choice were it a tree
To discard.
Submitting to the reality that
this fall is
Autonomy.
Even if it breaks a heart.
It might agree that the fall is predestined.
& Imprinted in its DNA.
That this fall is one of a kind
But it is so much more than where it lays.
A Soft landing cushioned by
Luminescent golds and opulent browns.
The realization that there is no
End to a journey that
Enhances every Now.
So when strangers' gazes Intertwine
The earth, its soul embraces
Roots grow deep - It smiles
and strangers become familiar faces.
Precipitation of Amore
Nurtures the essence and fuels the birth
of New New york hues
New York blues and
Blessed offspring of Worth.
Purpose is manifest
and so it is that even when at rest
Romance is Fall loving you at its best.


If you're gonna fall in love, Fall is as good a time as any to do it! 

*Get Freaked*