The Friday Sex Blog [Sex and Lies, pt. I]

¡Hola! Everybody...

Well, this weekend marks the official end of summer. Personally, I would like to extend my gratitude to all the women who, in the quest for attention, paraded their scantily and seductively clad teats and asses for my benefit. I want you all to know that your efforts are truly appreciated. Keep up the good work!

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-=[ Sex Lies, pt. I ]=-

Men aren’t looking for true intimacy and liberation; they’re just looking to get laid.

This myth is one of my pet peeves. I hear it all the time and it’s up there with the lie that women aren’t looking to get laid. Bullshit.

The fact of the matter is not many people of either sex are actually looking for liberation, at least not until a very long and weary trail of life-long disappointments. And those “declaring” a need for intimacy have a funny definition for the word because intimacy requires surrender and trust and how many people have you met that are truly willing to open up and not merely pay lip service to what amounts to a vague notion of intimacy?

Liberation and intimacy is not something that’s really at the top of people’s list of things to do, right up there with finding that job, or “The One.” Perhaps this is an indication of out of whack priorities or lack of concern for substance, but personal growth is not a top priority and that’s certainly not an attitude limited to men.

Of course, men are expected to be horny -- all the time. God forbid a man would tell his mate he has a headache. LOL! We’re supposed to be at the ready, rock-hard cock in hand, at a moment’s notice. We’re perceived as natural for wanting sex, but that desire is also viewed as weak because the “little head” will eventually lead the “big head” astray, as if our fantasies were our vulnerable spot, our inherent weakness. And don’t you ladies have a grand laugh when you view the results. The ambiguity is such that you grant men sexual feeling as if it were inevitable, but then ridicule us for what you believe is our unavoidable undoing.

But what is this desire after all? I’ll tell you what it is: it’s the wish to feel sexual ecstasy with another person, to feel yourself completely inside another person’s body, to feel your own body open and wanting. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a noble purpose to aspire to and it deserves respect.

“But Eddie,” you might say, “it’s not always like that! Some people are totally removed and distant when they’re having sex; it’s all about ego, a notch on the belt.” And my response to that is: And?

Sure, there are some cold motherfuckers out there, whipping it in and out and walking away. The true irony is that even their stunted efforts are a warped search for connection -- for that fleeting moment ego defenses disappear, tumbling down and opening -- however fleeting -- to a connection in which they feel something superior and more complete than at any other time.

Shit, If we men can’t express that longing to our lovers, openly and without fear of being stigmatized, it’s not because there’s something twisted about sexual desire that serves to get in the way; it’s that fuckin’ committee in the brain that shames us and shuts us up. Yet every time we get laid, that’s another opportunity for opening up, for a chance to discover true intimacy.

Face it: A man who wants to get laid, is a man who wants to stay in the human race. Instead of ridiculing or marginalizing that yearning, why don’t we as a society perceive it as a positive and look more carefully at the nature of his sexual motivations.

It often seems like a miracle when you first cross that erotic bridge and discover that someone wants you. Especially if you’re convinced that you will be forever alone and unloved in this cold world. And you get laid -- again and again -- and the confidence acquired leads to you to new questions and new answers about the value of sex, about a lover’s needs and companionship in our lives, about this embodied sense of adventure and mystery.

And you know what? At that point, some of us are experiencing sexual liberation, whether we’re giving it a name or not. Some men will begin to question accepted norms of what a man is supposed to do and act like and will no doubt find many things oppressive and unnecessary. Just in case you haven’t received the memo, ladies, most men don’t want to sacrifice their emotions and sexual expression to outdated, anxiety-provoking and harmful concepts of masculinity. This is the first stage of the sexual liberation: not buying into outdated models of manhood and masculinity. Refusing to buy into or questioning the way things are is a revolutionary attempt of liberation in itself. It is a subversive act.

You should be happy to meet such a man for he still harbors a hope that there’s something better out there.

And he’s right.

Love,

Eddie

The TGIF Sex Blog (Sex Lies, pt. I)

¡Hola! Everybody...
First, I think it’s the height of hypocrisy to watch a conservative senator preach to auto workers about productivity -- especially when that senator has given away hundreds of millions of your dollars to foreign car makers in his state. Maybe we should apply the same standard to congress.

It’s despicable to think about the millions of union households -- who have gotten the squeezed so hard over the past two decades thanks to Republican policies -- that will be out-of-work once the car companies go under (or get “restructured”). The largest part the current GOP opposition to the bailout is that they see a prime opportunity to drive another stake through the heart of labor in hopes of pleasing the big business pimps which they work for (where are the demands for “parity” for Wall St. CEOs?). It will hurt us tremendously that our ever-shrinking manufacturing base will shrivel even more. Shameless muthafuckas.

On another note, the lovely Bettie Paige passed away last night. RIP and thanks for the mammaries, Bettie!

I will be scarce for most of the day, as I have so much work to do. Today is a repost...

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-=[ Sex Lies, pt. I ]=-

“Men aren’t looking for true intimacy and liberation; they’re just looking to get laid.”

This myth is one of my pet peeves. I hear it all the time and it’s up there with the lie that women aren’t looking to get laid.

Bullshit!

The fact of the matter is not many people of either sex are actually looking for liberation, at least not until a very long and weary trail of life-long disappointments. And those “declaring” a need for intimacy have a funny definition for the word because intimacy requires surrender and trust and how many people have you met that are truly willing to open up and not merely pay lip service to what amounts to a vague notion of intimacy?

Liberation and intimacy is not something that’s really at the top of people’s list of things to do, right up there with finding that job, or “The One.” Perhaps this is an indication of out of whack priorities or lack of concern for substance, but personal growth is not a top priority and that’s certainly not an attitude limited to men.

Of course, men are expected to be horny – all the time. God forbid a man would tell his mate he has a headache. LOL! We’re supposed to be at the ready, cock in hand, in a moment’s notice. We’re perceived as natural for wanting sex, but that desire is also viewed as weak because the “little head” will eventually lead the “big head” astray, as if our fantasies were our vulnerable spot – our inherent weakness. And don’t you ladies have a grand laugh when you view the results! The ambiguity is such that you grant men sexual feeling as if it were inevitable, but then ridicule us for what you believe is our unavoidable undoing.

But what is this desire after all? I’ll tell you what it is: it’s the wish to feel sexual ecstasy with another person, to feel yourself completely inside another person’s body, to feel your own body open and wanting. As far as I’m concerned, that’s an intense experience to yearn for and it deserves respect.

But Eddie, you might say, it’s not always like that! Some people are totally removed and distant when they’re having sex; it’s all about ego, a notch on the belt.

And?!!

Sure, there are some cold ma’fuccas out there, whipping in and out and walking away. The true irony is that even their stunted efforts are a search for connection – for that fleeting moment when the ego defenses disappear and they feel something bigger and more complete than anyone of their “heads.”

Shit! If we men can’t express that longing to our lovers, openly and without fear of being stigmatized, it’s not because there’s something twisted about sexual desire that serves to get in the way; it’s that fuckin’ committee in the brain that shames us and shuts us up. Yet every time we get laid, that’s another opportunity for opening up, for a chance to discover true intimacy.

Face it: a man who wants to get laid, is a man who wants to stay in the human race. Instead of ridiculing or marginalizing that, why don’t you treat it as a positive sign and look more carefully at the nature of his sexual motivations.

It often seems like a miracle when you first cross that erotic bridge and discover that someone wants you. Especially if you’re convinced that you will be forever alone and unloved in this cold world.

And you get laid – again and again – and the confidence acquired leads to you to new questions and new answers about the value of sex, about a lover’s needs and companionship in our lives, about this sense of adventure and mystery in our bodies.

And you know what?!! At that point, we’re experiencing sexual liberation, whether we’re giving it a name or not. Some men will begin to question what a male is supposed to do and act like and will no doubt find many things oppressive and unnecessary. Ladies? Most men don’t want to sacrifice their emotions and sexual expression to outdated and harmful notions of masculinity. This is the first stage of the sexual revolution: they’re not buying into the outmoded models of manhood and masculinity. Refusing to buy into the bullshit is a revolution in itself.

You should be happy to meet such a man: he still harbors a hope that there’s something better out there.

And you know what? He’s right!

Love,

Eddie

The TGIF Sex Blog [Desire]

Hola! Everybody…
Geeeez… The economy is surely in a fucked-up state. Financial markets are deeply screwed up, and last Friday we learned that the job market contracted by another 159,000 last month, the ninth month of consecutive job losses.

In other words, if the Bush tax cuts didn't make sense in 2001 and 2003, they make a whole lot less sense now.

Yet McCain doesn't merely want to extend these cuts forever. He wants to put them on steroids -- expand them dramatically, by cutting the corporate tax rate by about a third, at the cost of $735 billion over 10 years, according to the non-partisan Tax Policy Center (TPC). As Biden effectively emphasized in the Vice Presidential debate (smack down?), that move delivers $4 billion in annual tax cuts to the very same Wall St. Welfare Queens © that recently got their first $700 billion entitlement check.

What’s funny is that I was debating a so-called “fiscal conservative” on here the other day who was defending McCain’s proposal which is the opposite of what any true conservative, fiscal or otherwise, should be cheering. Let’s be real here, people, Neo-Cons are fine with Socialism as long as the right kinds of people are receiving the handouts. They love sharing, but only if the sharing concerns debt, and the taxpayers are the ones sharing it.

SMDH

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-=[ Desire (Or: Strange Poosie) ]=-

“It's so much better to desire than to have… The moment of desire, when you know something is going to happen -- that's the most exalting.”

-- Anouk Aimee (1932–) French movie actress

I once dated a staggeringly beautiful woman. She was beautiful beyond anything I could approximate through mere words. Exotic, tall, with an arresting presence, and a curvy figure, she was every man’s wet drown given flesh. She said she loved my intelligence and confidence and the fact that her beauty didn’t intimidate me (it made me hard). As is true with most women like my friend, her love life was a mess: extremes between being lonely on the one hand and meeting jerks on the other.

There was one problem: she didn’t enjoy sex!

Contrary to what some people here think, I’m not a sex fiend. However, I do enjoy sex.you’re going to open at least a little. And it wasn’t that she wasn’t a “good lay” (whatever the fuck that means). Technically, she knew what she was doing -- sucked a mean dick. The problem was that she didn’t really like sex and liked true intimacy even less (but that’s most people -- including women!) Fucking my friend often felt as if she were performing a duty -- something necessary to keep me around. It was a real turn off -- all that material going to waste. Of course, being with me means

We didn’t last too long because it was frustrating for me to be around someone who saw sex as a duty and not an art to be practiced. The other day she called me. She’s now engaged and she’s having the same problem. I suggested she participate in some tantric workshops, open up some of those energy centers.

This is not an uncommon problem. First, we all like what a childhood friend and I used to call “strange poosie” -- sex with strangers, or new lovers. Moreover, women desire this also -- don’t give me that crap that you can only fuck under certain conditions with only certain lovers.

Bullshit!

Studies show that one of the most powerful fantasies, for both men and women, is sex with a stranger. But why is it that we seek the novelty, why sex often becomes stale, especially in long-term relationships. I think part of the reason is that we don’t work at sex. Too many of us are like my former lover -- sex is something you have to do to keep your man (or woman) from getting it from someone else (strange poosie syndrome). It’s also because we often don’t screen our partners for their level of sexual desire. Especially over the long term. You know how it is: in the beginning the bitch can’t even bend over in front of me and I’m all over that ass! And she’ll often accommodate me and we’re happier than bugs in a rug. The problems don’t tend to emerge until much later.

Let me put it this way: if two married people want to make love only once every six months, that’s perfectly fine -- there is no problem. It’s only a problem when there’s difference in sexual desire that it becomes a problem.

Sure, one way to manage the problem is masturbation. Don’t look at me that way married men and women masturbation -- it’s normal. But I didn’t want to be jerking off all the time having that lovely body next to me. That was too frustrating. I’ll do it once or twice, but I want that poosie (or ass) ready, willing, and able --reasonably speaking.

The other day a married friend of mine and I were having a conversation. He’s always asking me about my personal life. He has a beautiful wife that I always flirt with. One day, he was reluctant to go home and when I asked him why, he said he had to go home because he and his wife had scheduled a sexual tryst. They have two young boys and I could identify: I remember when I was married and the sex had become more a duty than something to savor. I laughed at him and told him to go home and perform! LOL!

There are many factors involved in low sexual desire, but for me the most important one is lack of creativity. We fall into our ruts -- the lick em, stick em, and cum school of sex. It gets stale ladies and gentlemen. There’s no role-playing, or if there is, there’s no energy behind it. Sex isn’t a natural act, it must be practiced. In order for sex to remain viable, it must be an integral part of mutual growth. It must be almost like a religion. A religion in which both partners are transformed, becoming more evolved in the process.

If you can cultivate sexual energy in that way, then the sex never gets old, it’s always crisp, fresh, and new.

Hay Cariño?

Eddie

The Friday Sex Blog [Bootie Calls]

Hola Everybody...
Yaaaay! It’ Friday and I feel sick. I need some compassionate woman to come lay next to me, service me sexually, take turns sleeping on the wet spot, read with me, and watch Film Noir movies all weekend. All applications will be considered.

Hey! I wanna “superman” somebody! I’ve never done that before!

I have some pics donated by two lovely ladies, but I haven’t had the time to “fix” them so I could post them. One requested anonymity, so you all will have to wait! There’s an interesting back-story to today’s blog photo: it was taken by yours truly and then one day, unexpectedly, it was sent to me via snail mail. As in, remember this, you scheming ma’fucca? LOL

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-=[ Bootie Call! ]=-

It was two o’clock in the morning and she was saying no. and I knew it was that kind of no: final, punto y final! As in, “No Eddie, you can’t come here it’s too late, you should’ve came when you said you were coming to hours ago. But noooo, you wanted to get fucked up and hang out with your friends. Well, fuck one of them now, because you ain’t fuckin’ me tonight!”

Okay, sure: I was drunk and blasted out of my head with a list of drugs as long as your arm, but even in my condition I saw a hint of possibility in that response. She was angry and that meant she still cared and furthermore (and more importantly) the possibility of angry, raw sex just increased ten-fold. I felt my cock stir at the potential in the moment. If only I could say the right words, all I needed was a foot in the door. Just then a car passes by and popular song of the time No me Digas Ques es Muy Tarde (“Don’t Tell Me It’s Too Late”) is blasting away… I see my opportunity and go for the jugular. “You hear that chulita? You hear that song?!!... ” LOL!

I was notorious for drunken bootie calls. Sometimes I would manage to make a complete idiot of myself and I would kick myself in the morning, embarrassed at what I had said. Sometimes, as in the example above, I would get lucky. I felt bad when I finally made to her apartment. She was pissed, threw a book at me and when I saw the cold dinner and candles that had fizzled long ago, I felt like an asshole. And I really wasn’t an asshole. I was just sexually motivated and in my 20s. I was fuckin’ (yes fuckin’) everything in sight.

Back then there was only one way to make a booty call and that was via a landline. There was no personal computer, no cellphones if you could believe that. But there’s nothing like an old-fashioned lusty, middle-of-the-night “I wanna fuck you, baby!” phone call! LOL!

I was thinking about this other day while talking to the author of the following email:

Now, there are several things funny about the above email. For one notice my response. You would think Mr. Eloquent, Eddie the Poet/ philosopher-king would have written something more than just his telephone number! LMAOOO! Quick and to the point: “Eddie, I’m lusting for you…” response? Telephone number, no poetry, no articulate moist-inducing, panty-wetting words, just my number! LOL! (yes, the number is blurred on purpose!).

That email was followed buy a “modified” ::grin:: bootie call and luckily for the lady (or me), she lives in another state (no, I’m not disclosing who she is – that’s up to her, this ain’t Mo-skip’s blog). Otherwise, I would’ve tried my best to make her ovaries sore! LMAO! Sweetie, I promise you, I want you just as bad and in many ways. I guess the good thing about a bootie call is that it has some element of truth to it, right? Stuff you wouldn’t say otherwise, just slips out of your mouth.

Today, advances in technology have added many options I never had when I drugged and drank. For example, you can send a drunken text message complete with a sexy (or pornographic) jpeg attachment! And guys? Please stop sending pics of your cock. That shit, according to the many women I have spoken to, is old. Unless a woman has specifically states she wants to see your, ummm, shortcomings, believe me, it’s not a wise move.

So yeah, we have emails, text messaging, cellphones, voicemails – oh man! Voicemails! One particularly beautiful young lady on 360 left me a drunken VM at 2 AM (“Wake yo muthafuckin ass up…”). You could hear the bar noise in the background. Too funny! I was trying to see if I could transfer it to my computer for today’s blog, but I wasn’t able to. Hunny, you can call me anytime when you’re horny! LOL!

I just want to say that the email totally flattered me and I was happy to hear the person felt that way (even if she was tipsy when she wrote it. LOL

Erotic communication has changed over the years, offering us many more ways in which to embarrass ourselves ::grin::

Have you ever sent a bootie call? Ever received one? LOL!

Love,

Eddie

PS: Sex is good for you!