Things My Mother Taught Me. Her name is strength, courage, power! Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Thoughts of a pan african feminist and lgbti activist. No Sanctuary for Black Girls. As I sit in a corner with a sharp, painful feeling in my stomach as I shout. Dammit, I thought this shit was over! Every time I encounter such brazen, brutal black masculinities I am stu.

I am a sexual being and there is nothing unnatural about that.

I had loooovely orgasms on my own my first being inspired by reading a juicy book which had scenes of a guy going down on a woman after inserting a gold fish up her vagina! Hmmm, that really inspired my sixteen year old imagination! In fact, it was not until about my third or fourth sexual partner that I ever had an orgasm with another person. So, but why? What was the point of all that faking? So, now, what is the secret of sexual pleasure for me? My boobs are flopping a.