...Ahh, it's Spring Again...

...and for some reason, there are more pheremones in the air than there are allergens. That usually wouldn't be a problem, but as of recently I've had one of the highest sex drives ever. . . Even this picutre gave me dirty thoughts... (and what is that?)

...Something tells me my biological clock must be ticking, and I'm not ready for that.. so While I am not on birth control yet, I decided to google some of the most crazy condoms to see what I would find in terms of developing a wonderful assortment of creative population control assortment. Here are some findings:

It's a little early for Halloween, but there's the black "pumpkin head." I don't think I could mes with this, unless it was velvet tipped. I mean, really, why does the condom have to have a built in skully on it? It looks like it was dipped in doo-doo.

So yea... pass on that... and then I find this... It's referred to as a Night Light which is advertised as allowing one to "boldly glow where no man has gone before,"which is a great idea, because I'd love the visual of a floating, glowing, lime green, radioactive peen plunging into me. If I'm lucky, I might boldly glow where no woman has gone before either...

I think I'll pass on that as well... but this...this one... might be a winner. There's nothing better than having Satan's handpainted, handsome face to ride... I mean, he's the naughtiest of the naughty right?

Yes, that's about all I have for now... but I'm sure I'll follow this up with something fresher than ever...

Can I Splash Too?: Women's Sexual Liberty

So, I was talking with a friend of mine on Yahoo the other day about a woman's sexuality and her right to enjoy it.

"You know, it's great that there are women like you," he said. "Women like you who are sexually adventurous and open about your desires can make a man really happy if he has you. On the other hand, though, if the brother's not strong, then you'll have a problem because he'll be wondering what you're like when he' s not around."

He is not the first guy to tell me that. I have several homies, and they've also echoed this sentiment. They love a freaky woman, but at the same time, if it seems she wants it too much, they wonder how secure they should feel about investing time into a relationship with her. As if her libido would drive her to constant looseness and challenge her capability of handling fidelity. Funny thing is, although not all men have this problem, they themselves don't get down on one another for their high sex drive, actual, perpetrated, or even perceived.

It's amusing because we're women, we all have a clitoris - made exclusively to get us off- and we all have strong nerve endings and sensors in different places as well. Shouldn't that scream, "Hey we like to get f*cked too?" I guess the fact that the female body can be so confusing to maneuver, and the fact that nobody feels responsible for our orgasms... or that we're obligated to have them as well... makes it weird for a man when a woman is so openly in tune with her primal desires, that she just does not care who knows it because she's going for hers anyway. I guess it can be quite off putting in a society where a woman is not supposed to directly desire the art of the fuck... but the sensuality and the "foreplay" around the actual verb. I guess it's the sexual candor that so many men feel should be reserved for them, not the woman in question.

But why is that? Why should it be like that? What type of sense does it make for a woman to look, act, and dress like a seductress and tempt, if she won't enjoy the act itself? Do men honestly think that selfishly of women, that we actually live to serve, and not serve ourselves and be served in the process?