What do they say? There are no more virgins in this city, town, village...
They never say; there is no man leaving a single pre-virgin virgin.
Just curious...what makes one a virgin? As far as I am concerned, many are practicing 'secondary virginity.' There are some who are 'still virgins', 'primary virgins', 'secondary' and 'tertiary virgins'.
Still, who is and what makes a virgin? Is it the lack of sexual expertise in the field of bedroom business, or, is it a total lack of experience in the latter sector?
Lack of sexual expertise...well, so many lack the expertise in that area, regardless of the length of specialization. But, lack of experience is something new. That is the true virgin; though not a real one...
Reason why? Well, it's so simple1 One may be a total jerk in sexual intercourse, but an expert in other sexual activities--oral sex, mutual masturbation, frottage, etc.
What makes one a virgin is being experienceless of sexual intercourse. This is because, regardless of the games one has played, as long as the hymen remains intact, you still are a virgin. But if sporting like bicycle cycling and mountain climbing tore apart the hymen, virginity is lost-whether or not one is without experience or is an expertee.
The point is clear. The key to proving that one is still a virgin is if they still have an intact hymen.
In addition, 'virgin' is a word derived from 'vagina.'
For the male-folk, they have to stop referring themselves as virgins-unless. somewhere somehow, they've a vagina.
by MJN
Thursday, February 25, 2010
VIPER FRIENDS AND VENOM FRIENDSHIPS
'Without friends, you are like a book nobody bothers to pick up',it has been said. I didn't want to be an alien,weirdo or a solitary creature. All the same, I know that I can only be my own best friend because, friendship sucks; completely. No wonder my preference of enemies to friends,"May God protect me from my enemies, I can take care of my enemies."
They jealous? Maybe.
Caring? I doubt.
Suffering from inferiority complex? I bet.
Or they sort of crazy? Most probably!
I recall it from way back as a 7 year old. Apparently, my 'best friend' told me that she didn't like my clothes-they looked kind of 'cheap'... Funny enough; I came to learn that they lived in a mud-house, in her grandparent's compound! That was one big-hearted jealous girl.
Then there later came this girl who laughed at me on seeing me on tights (before they became the in-thing),she thought that I looked funny. Well, should I have blamed God for maturing early...God heard her prayers because today, she's one beautiful lady with a dazzling figure eleven.
One great best and closest girlfriend once told me, "Na vile unang'oa ka ujinga". Really! So what? The thick headed girl couldn't simply figure out what is identity-a sense of belonging-societal dignity-a highly sophisticated accent. That dearest pal of mine is today living somewhere, slightly suspended on the breadline.
Re-flashbacking onto my childhood into my adulthood, allergy left me with spotty skin, though I luckily survived it all. My 'best-friend' at the time as-she used to refer herself told me that I looked like a leopard... The good mannered girl that I am doesn't allow me to go around spanking her behind, and preaching her real self. That she is like a bitch who doesn't mind any dog jumping on her, that she may not live to be thirty years as her weight will have already sent her to an early grave-and that size of hers needs a tummy-tuck for I'm tired of that oval-like shape of hers.
"...come I teach you; men can't get enough of me..." I've had not a boyfriend, I've had 'ma-boyfriends'. Damn, what a whore! Good pal thinks that she is so hot, but how can I tell her that she is no better than a dump site, or a left over that can only be desired for by slum street dogs?
'...my mama is like this, like that, she's hot...she got a silky smooth black beauty skin, a very tiny waist...a sexy booty and hips...' So what? Are you trying to compare me with your mum or what , because, I'm no lesbian or bi-sexual. However sexy she may be,nothing about her can turn me on... I would rather turn myself on.
Girlfriend...I don't desire for none, nor wish for any. They are like a venom from a viper. Just because they have nothing to flaunt, they think the best thing is to bring you down. But, whenever they unleash their venom, I just laugh it off, because, I do pity their insecurity and below the line self-concept. If you note something wrong with my physique, speech...don't you think that I'm already very much aware, and cool with it? Maybe the next time you feel the desire to bring me down you should first tell God that He made a mistake, don't come to me.
by MJN
They jealous? Maybe.
Caring? I doubt.
Suffering from inferiority complex? I bet.
Or they sort of crazy? Most probably!
I recall it from way back as a 7 year old. Apparently, my 'best friend' told me that she didn't like my clothes-they looked kind of 'cheap'... Funny enough; I came to learn that they lived in a mud-house, in her grandparent's compound! That was one big-hearted jealous girl.
Then there later came this girl who laughed at me on seeing me on tights (before they became the in-thing),she thought that I looked funny. Well, should I have blamed God for maturing early...God heard her prayers because today, she's one beautiful lady with a dazzling figure eleven.
One great best and closest girlfriend once told me, "Na vile unang'oa ka ujinga". Really! So what? The thick headed girl couldn't simply figure out what is identity-a sense of belonging-societal dignity-a highly sophisticated accent. That dearest pal of mine is today living somewhere, slightly suspended on the breadline.
Re-flashbacking onto my childhood into my adulthood, allergy left me with spotty skin, though I luckily survived it all. My 'best-friend' at the time as-she used to refer herself told me that I looked like a leopard... The good mannered girl that I am doesn't allow me to go around spanking her behind, and preaching her real self. That she is like a bitch who doesn't mind any dog jumping on her, that she may not live to be thirty years as her weight will have already sent her to an early grave-and that size of hers needs a tummy-tuck for I'm tired of that oval-like shape of hers.
"...come I teach you; men can't get enough of me..." I've had not a boyfriend, I've had 'ma-boyfriends'. Damn, what a whore! Good pal thinks that she is so hot, but how can I tell her that she is no better than a dump site, or a left over that can only be desired for by slum street dogs?
'...my mama is like this, like that, she's hot...she got a silky smooth black beauty skin, a very tiny waist...a sexy booty and hips...' So what? Are you trying to compare me with your mum or what , because, I'm no lesbian or bi-sexual. However sexy she may be,nothing about her can turn me on... I would rather turn myself on.
Girlfriend...I don't desire for none, nor wish for any. They are like a venom from a viper. Just because they have nothing to flaunt, they think the best thing is to bring you down. But, whenever they unleash their venom, I just laugh it off, because, I do pity their insecurity and below the line self-concept. If you note something wrong with my physique, speech...don't you think that I'm already very much aware, and cool with it? Maybe the next time you feel the desire to bring me down you should first tell God that He made a mistake, don't come to me.
by MJN
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
CHRISTIAN LAWS
There comes a time when we ought look at what is not ethically right, but what is good. These; they are called spiritual ethics.
When a law-abider mistakedly goes against them, should they be condemned and banished? Funny thing is that we live the holier than thou kind of lives, and a slight error is never forgiven , discussed, or proportionally balanced. It's like we sin not, hence busy vouyering for what is next door.
Law; what exactly is law? A mean word that favors the elite, the dictators? In my Dictionary however, that word luckily enough was omitted. Maybe its because I like it the Charles Dicken's way, the law-is an ass-useless! This is because the law is mean spirited, opportunistic, and only dissolved in exercising the present and ignoring the future repercussions.
Christ's disciples are fondly in-touch with the law. The disciples who know not what is sin, the neo-Pharisees. A world bond in chains of Christianity is the worst world to live in, breath in or, think in. Simply because; Christians are afraid of rumors, societal demands and expectations, the grapevine and the presumed 'halo image.'
Its unheard of to err therein, especially if you are presumed to be delicate, gentle and perfect. Being woman in a Christian world is the worst punishment any soul would be condemned in.
I've seen women, mothers and young girls suffer in the hands of Christianity. "Don't wear anything that exposes your skin-if you do, don't tell it when you get yourself sexually harassed!" Does exposing my legs, hands, neck, hair or a little chest a rouse anybody? And if it does, what justifies their action? If its my sexy skin, is that an enough excuse behind raping me; as though they will be raping my exposed skin that aroused them?
Christianity banishes pregnant women out of wedlock-they might shame them. "We shouldn't get pregnant from the word go." And still, "We should never engage i sexual intercourse." They are also condemning all forms of contraceptives...'do we really need them?' Truth is, we don't, but as long as there is no cure for our high pressure hormonal genes, what else is there to run to? Still, the contraceptives are really expensive, but the church isn't ready yet to listen to any NGO issuing some condom to their youth... "They are encouraging pre-marital sex." What an absurd argument!
Now I'm pregnant...the church shuns me, calls me a whore...as though I was selling myself out there to other female whores who got me pregnant. I can't go to another world; who knows, things may turn out worse over there.
Anytime a female Christian citizen enjoys her rightful harvest before her time is due, she'll have to do something...and remain within the law. Deep inside she will feel guilty, hate herself, give up on life...but the Christian world want to continue seeing her smile, feel her warmth.
I will check into a good enough institution to try undoing the already done, and insult God for blessing me when the time wasn't right...I may die, never again bear more blessings, etc. But as long as the law; the Christian law continues to be exercised, I'll be forced to continue smiling at it.
Just because, I care so much about them, hence ends up loosing my identity therein, all in the name of Christian laws and ethics.
But in a million of them, you'll find this one girl who loves herself to death, and wouldn't mind about your concept of what's wrong or right from the eyes of the law. She is pregnant, and though strong inside, she knows that for the sake of the innocent unborn, she has to make things right. By the time time runs out, men and women of God marry her of... "At the moment, we think it's the best thing to do." They always say.
From then henceforth, she'll live a life that knows no love, "What God has joined, no man can separate." The church proclaims. At least she'll have a husband, family, the church takes her back...though, deep inside; she wishes it would end, run away from this law, and, forever abandon Christianity that enslaved her.
By MJN
When a law-abider mistakedly goes against them, should they be condemned and banished? Funny thing is that we live the holier than thou kind of lives, and a slight error is never forgiven , discussed, or proportionally balanced. It's like we sin not, hence busy vouyering for what is next door.
Law; what exactly is law? A mean word that favors the elite, the dictators? In my Dictionary however, that word luckily enough was omitted. Maybe its because I like it the Charles Dicken's way, the law-is an ass-useless! This is because the law is mean spirited, opportunistic, and only dissolved in exercising the present and ignoring the future repercussions.
Christ's disciples are fondly in-touch with the law. The disciples who know not what is sin, the neo-Pharisees. A world bond in chains of Christianity is the worst world to live in, breath in or, think in. Simply because; Christians are afraid of rumors, societal demands and expectations, the grapevine and the presumed 'halo image.'
Its unheard of to err therein, especially if you are presumed to be delicate, gentle and perfect. Being woman in a Christian world is the worst punishment any soul would be condemned in.
I've seen women, mothers and young girls suffer in the hands of Christianity. "Don't wear anything that exposes your skin-if you do, don't tell it when you get yourself sexually harassed!" Does exposing my legs, hands, neck, hair or a little chest a rouse anybody? And if it does, what justifies their action? If its my sexy skin, is that an enough excuse behind raping me; as though they will be raping my exposed skin that aroused them?
Christianity banishes pregnant women out of wedlock-they might shame them. "We shouldn't get pregnant from the word go." And still, "We should never engage i sexual intercourse." They are also condemning all forms of contraceptives...'do we really need them?' Truth is, we don't, but as long as there is no cure for our high pressure hormonal genes, what else is there to run to? Still, the contraceptives are really expensive, but the church isn't ready yet to listen to any NGO issuing some condom to their youth... "They are encouraging pre-marital sex." What an absurd argument!
Now I'm pregnant...the church shuns me, calls me a whore...as though I was selling myself out there to other female whores who got me pregnant. I can't go to another world; who knows, things may turn out worse over there.
Anytime a female Christian citizen enjoys her rightful harvest before her time is due, she'll have to do something...and remain within the law. Deep inside she will feel guilty, hate herself, give up on life...but the Christian world want to continue seeing her smile, feel her warmth.
I will check into a good enough institution to try undoing the already done, and insult God for blessing me when the time wasn't right...I may die, never again bear more blessings, etc. But as long as the law; the Christian law continues to be exercised, I'll be forced to continue smiling at it.
Just because, I care so much about them, hence ends up loosing my identity therein, all in the name of Christian laws and ethics.
But in a million of them, you'll find this one girl who loves herself to death, and wouldn't mind about your concept of what's wrong or right from the eyes of the law. She is pregnant, and though strong inside, she knows that for the sake of the innocent unborn, she has to make things right. By the time time runs out, men and women of God marry her of... "At the moment, we think it's the best thing to do." They always say.
From then henceforth, she'll live a life that knows no love, "What God has joined, no man can separate." The church proclaims. At least she'll have a husband, family, the church takes her back...though, deep inside; she wishes it would end, run away from this law, and, forever abandon Christianity that enslaved her.
By MJN
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