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I've debated posting this. I'm not exactly running on much sleep so my filter's a bit busted. But. Here we go.
I've been thinking lately that someone really should write a post on period sex. I keep starting to write one in my head when I shower in the morning, and then I stop, because it always dissolves into snark and eye-rolling. Seriously. I'm about this sick of hearing people say, "we were going to, but then her period started" (in cases where there's a woman in the relationship, of course; I'm guessin' this isn't an issue for guy-guy relationships). If your entire concept of sex is something that a period can negate (vaginal penetration and nothing else?), then you deserve to go stupidly celibate. I can't even begin to list all of the other things you can do. It's another issue, sure, if she just doesn't want to be touched, but speaking for myself and for the women whose company I've kept, that time of the month very rarely puts a damper on libido (quite the opposite, in my experience). Cramps suck; an orgasm is a great way to relieve them, however temporary that relief may be. Earn your damn red wings (and keep something close by to wash your face); don't forget that you've got hands/toys/other body parts. Like I said, it's another thing if she/you just doesn't/don't want it, of course, but if you assume "period == no sex" thing, think about it. It doesn't have to be a problem.
I love mashups. This is a mashup by Girl Talk. I'm quite fond of his mashups. Mashup mashup mashup.
It's a great mashup. The whole thing is fun. About 3:52 or so things get even more fun. Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl" has certain memories attached to it, for me. My first year of college plunked me right down in the middle of Jess's second year. She had friends; I didn't, really, and her friends sorta took me on, most quite willingly. Among her friends (soon to be mine) was this great girl named Lauren. I was dating Jess; she was dating a great guy named Jesse (still is, I think; forgive me if I'm wrong, Lauren). The Pride group on campus would periodically hold 80s dances (good times) and almost always, "Jessie's Girl" would play and as respective Jessie's/Jesse's girls, we'd dance.
Now.
Girl Talk's mashup contains the following line, which I have not been able to get out of my head since I woke up this morning:
"I wish that I had Jessie's girl / but I'd rather get some head."
We've been replaced. By a beej.
So it goes.
I've been thinking lately that someone really should write a post on period sex. I keep starting to write one in my head when I shower in the morning, and then I stop, because it always dissolves into snark and eye-rolling. Seriously. I'm about this sick of hearing people say, "we were going to, but then her period started" (in cases where there's a woman in the relationship, of course; I'm guessin' this isn't an issue for guy-guy relationships). If your entire concept of sex is something that a period can negate (vaginal penetration and nothing else?), then you deserve to go stupidly celibate. I can't even begin to list all of the other things you can do. It's another issue, sure, if she just doesn't want to be touched, but speaking for myself and for the women whose company I've kept, that time of the month very rarely puts a damper on libido (quite the opposite, in my experience). Cramps suck; an orgasm is a great way to relieve them, however temporary that relief may be. Earn your damn red wings (and keep something close by to wash your face); don't forget that you've got hands/toys/other body parts. Like I said, it's another thing if she/you just doesn't/don't want it, of course, but if you assume "period == no sex" thing, think about it. It doesn't have to be a problem.
Click to viewI love mashups. This is a mashup by Girl Talk. I'm quite fond of his mashups. Mashup mashup mashup.
It's a great mashup. The whole thing is fun. About 3:52 or so things get even more fun. Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl" has certain memories attached to it, for me. My first year of college plunked me right down in the middle of Jess's second year. She had friends; I didn't, really, and her friends sorta took me on, most quite willingly. Among her friends (soon to be mine) was this great girl named Lauren. I was dating Jess; she was dating a great guy named Jesse (still is, I think; forgive me if I'm wrong, Lauren). The Pride group on campus would periodically hold 80s dances (good times) and almost always, "Jessie's Girl" would play and as respective Jessie's/Jesse's girls, we'd dance.
Now.
Girl Talk's mashup contains the following line, which I have not been able to get out of my head since I woke up this morning:
"I wish that I had Jessie's girl / but I'd rather get some head."
We've been replaced. By a beej.
So it goes.