I had another post in mind for today but I read two posts of a blogger I’ve only recently come to follow. She had some struggles today with a very honest post dealing with oral sex. It was not in the least offensive. But she had her doubts. Her second post reflected these. She removed her first post then reinstated it when her confidence took an upturn.
I think it’s a shame that we are so filled with doubts on what is acceptable here in blogland. None of us is sure when we hit that button to publish just how what we post will be received. I know I have had many doubts. Not only about posts shared but also about comments made. (I’m a bit of a mouth at times. Sorry, but true.) It’s a gamble. No doubt of it.
It does help though if we know that there is an openness in this land of words and shared ideas that, even while some may not agree, there is no need for us to fear what we may discuss.
Another blogger I follow removed a post this week just as I was about to comment and encourage her to continue her presence here.
To both of these bloggers, women after my own heart, I wrote this to let them know that they have my support along with the many who gave theirs in their comments.
Now there are lots of little fancies for your pleasure,
Accoutrements to tickle while you wait,
Gifts for some indulgent self-endeavour
And those reserved just solely for your mate.
There are joys of sex abounding for the asking
With willing hands that wield a sensual load,
Locations for a titillative teasing
And many paths that wend from just one road.
There are tongues and lips that like to go awander,
To travel south where aches throb deep with want,
Many are the mouths that purse to ponder
While fulfilling what leaves others pale and gaunt.
Some there are who know the kamasutra
And ‘read’ its pictures with a certain inclination
While others view such images as puerile
And seek other forms of subtle delectation.
There are Trappists who resist all worldly knowing
And contemplate a life of quietude.
Others scream, orgasmic in the showing
Of bonded bodies. This is also good.
There are mothers, like my own, whose efforts trying
To educate while censoring her spate,
Informed me that, ‘Some people when they’re dining,
Sometimes even like to lick the plate’!
Euphemisms for the genitalia,
‘Flowers’, ‘fannies’, ‘manhood’ and the like
Bemuse the young and crease my sense of humour,
Though my laughter is not done with any spite.
There are places where I’d never speak of sexual
Though not many as I’m open to that sphere.
A censored self is perfectly acceptable
But surely not because of others here.
I welcome how the words found in this venue
Attest to honesty and just debate,
I love that with those words my trust renews
And many get to share some awful fates.
It’s in openness and words said with a glad heart
That many wounds and hurts are lifted, healed,
In discovery that there are others just like you,
When truths, uncertainties are not concealed.
Maybe ponder on a page before dismissing
Just what the writer tries to oft portray.
Where none offence is given then why take some?
Instead believe the words they have to say.
Prohibition never works, we all know this,
Just ask the Jack of Daniels or his pals,
Cunnilingus, fellatio, aka ‘intimate kiss’,
Are just some words used and done by guys and gals.
I’d link to who brought forth this post, no problem,
But I’d firstly want approval, only fair.
The trial of her open poll was awesome
And, if she likes, I’d gladly join and spare
Any sense of blushing for her posting;
It took courage and a readiness to relate.
If others are offended by sex, I’m toasting
That some there are who like to lick that plate!
Now I haven’t checked the spelling of some terms here in this missive
But I’m good with that so some can take red pen,
Strike through all the words they find offensive
And I’ll ignore them. I’d rather have the act than spell their name.
I’m delighted that my new-found friend has found this
And, approval sought, so given with a smile
So here’s the link to Mer; let nought confound us.
Blogging shared makes all the words worthwhile.
Now there’s one who, with her certain sense of giving
And receiving of what is love and how it manifests,
If, shyly, with her own doubts and self-misgivings
Should wish, I’ll proudly show my own self-interest.
For, in sensual words and images depicted,
There really is a world of huge array.
Some view sex as chore, ‘lay back and think of England’,
While she, like many, see the fun and play.