The Female Eunuch~Germaine Greer

A girl who studies medicine will qualify if she works hard enough-but it is true that women patients prefer male doctors and so do men. A girl may qualify as an architect or an engineer and if she can get employers to regard her seriously she may do well. Evidence is that women who learn a trade like electrical engineering or radio operating can find no employment. Female chemists and scientists can win the Nobel Prize, if they are researchers, but they are unlikely to become heads of professional research establishments. In chasing all these asexual academic attainments a girl faces one relentless enemy-her family.

The constant recriminations, the lamentations that she is missing out on what makes being a girl such fun, on dating and pretty clothes, that she will waste her training by getting married and so forth, the whole tiresome rigmarole, wears down her resistance from day to day. The pressure of home duties which are spared by a boy in her situation is not relieved, unless she goes away to study at a distant university, an expedient which may meet with parental disapproval. A girls emotional welfare is so much a matter of the demeanor of men towards her that she may jeopardize her academic chances by emotional involvement…....men may take their pleasures how and where they will or not at all: girls feel rejected without male attention, and degraded by anything less than total involvement, and as long as this is the case, they are likely to be academic casualties…

.......Not all the women in history have been humble and subservient to such an extent. It is nonsense to say that a woman feels nothing when a man is moving his penis in her vagina: the orgasm is qualitatively different when the vagina can undulate around the penis instead of vacancy.

 The differentiation between the simple inevitable pleasure of men and the tricky responses of women is not altogether valid. If ejaculation meant release for all men, given the constant manufacture of sperm and the resultant pressure to have intercourse, men could copulate without transport or disappointment with anyone.

The process described by the experts in which the man dutifully does the rounds of the erogenous zones, spends an equal amount of time on each nipple, turns his attention to the clitoris(usually too directly),leads through the stages of digital or lingual stimulation and then politely lets himself into the vagina, perhaps waiting until the retracting of the clitoris tells him that he is welcome, is  laborious and inhumanely computerized.

The implication that there is a statistically ideal fuck which will always result in satisfaction if the right procedures are followed is depressing and misleading. There is no substitute for excitement: not all the massage in the world will ensure satisfaction, for it is a matter of psycho-sexual release. Real gratification is not enshrined in a tiny cluster of nerves but in the sexual involvement of the whole person. Women’s continued high enjoyment of sex, which continues after orgasm, observed by men with wonder, is not based on the clitoris, which does not respond particularly well to continued stimulus, but in a general sensual response. If we localize female response in the clitoris we impose upon women the same limitation of sex which has stunted the male’s response. The male sexual ideal of virility without languor or amorousness is profoundly desolating: when the release is expressed in mechanical terms it is sought mechanically. Sex becomes masturbation in the vagina.

The Sex Was Good

The sex was good

She rolled over on her stomach and stretched her legs, she could still feel herself throbbing in between,from where he had been

She wished he didn’t have  to leave

But he had to-he said

He had to go for work

He was always leaving…

Leaving her feeling empty when just moments ago she had been feeling like he was never going to stop,making her moan and come over and over again,it felt like forever then…

Until he had to leave-he said

She looked up at him from the bed as he put on his jeans…

The sound of his zipper as he pulled it up sent a bittersweet wave throughout her body,her mind..

Just a moment ago,

I was lying in his arms,powerless,she thought to herself,

Submitting my body to everything  his body commanded me

A moment ago his zipper had gone down,to reveal his magnificent manhood,a true promise of what pleasures would come

Pleasures that would take her body like a slave and spiral her out of control..making her centre ooze with sweetness

And now…

Now he had to leave-he said.

‘’I’ll call you”’ she heard him say

She didn’t respond..she knew he wasn’t going to call.

It was always like this…

She turned on her side and closed her eyes as she heard him leave and close the door,

And she remained lying there still,in the loud quiet of her small room,

She could still smell him on the sheets,

She could still smell the sex

The sex was good…

She could still feel her mound throbbing..from where he had been.

‘’why do you put up with this?’’ she heard  her other self ask,a part of her that spoke reason.

‘’because the sex is good..’’ her inner whore said

‘’because you love it when he goes down on you

Because you have never had such great sex in your life and may never find it anywhere else except with him’’

‘’he treats you like shit’’

‘’I love him’’

‘’no,you love the sex,you love how he grabs your neck,and makes you beg for it

You love how you get wet and how your body quivers when he puts his fingers inside your folds and plays you like an instrument’’

‘’its not enough. He is a douche-bag and you know it’’

‘’I love him’’

‘’you mean you love the sex-that has made you think you love him’’

She shut her mind off the voices in her head and her mind went back to 3 days ago

He had come home drunk,reeking of alcohol at 2 in the morning…

He hadn't been picking her calls on the number of times she had tried to call him.

The last time she tried he had cut the line

And here he was,drunk as fuck…

But she still let him in

Because ‘’she loved him’’ she told herself. No man is perfect after all right?

But no,it wasn’t that..

it was because the sex was good. 

He was less than a man,he was nothing but a body without a mind,without a dime to his name and an empty future.

She knew that

‘’so why cant you leave him? You are better than this miserable relationship’’

He had collapsed on the couch and blacked out. She had looked at him then and felt disgusted and walked towards her room leaving him there.

She had lain in the dark for hours feeling empty,and wondering if this was all there was to life,and her relationship

Outside the world thought she was happy…

A tear escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it away

At 6 in the morning she had felt him slide in besides her in bed and put his arm around her,he had quickly continued on with his slumber

She lay there,not wanting to move

She lay there feeling his arm around her and told herself,surely its not that bad right?

After all he just went for a drink,he must be stressed out at work

He does love me

But she lay there uncertain…

And now here she was again…uncertain

The sex was good…

‘’is that enough for you?’’

‘’yes,well its not like am looking to get married to him or anything’’she continued to tell herself.

‘’does that make this ok?’’

A moment ago she had been loved,the way she enjoyed it

He had taken and ravaged her body,like an animal..the way she wanted it

And for a moment,she had forgotten about his shortcomings

The forgotten phone calls

Forgotten birthdays

Forgotten appointments

She had momentarily forgotten how he didn’t bother to find out about how her day had been at work,or how he wouldn’t even notice when she tried out a new hairstyle

All he cared about was himself

She momentarily forgot as she felt him thrust harder and harder and felt herself get wetter and wetter,she forgot as he made her moan helplessly

She forgot as he moved inside her,nothing mattered when he was doing these things to her.

Maybe he just needed time-she told herself. And he would see how special she was and appreciate her more,that she was more than just her body.

He would actually take interest in her life,her aspirations and dreams.

But days went by,days turned to weeks,weeks to months and months to years

Nothing changed…

Except the sex was good…

She loved his dick,loved its majesty…

But he wasn’t present.

His mind was elsewhere….

Weeks would go by and she wouldn’t hear from him..

Then he would call from the blue and talk to her like they had just  hang out earlier

‘’hey you’’

And she would forget how lousy she had been feeling,how abandoned and uncared for she had felt,because his voice was sexy too and she would crave for his touch

Because the sex was good

Why couldn’t she just leave?

Because the sex was good..it was like a spell over her body

‘’because you love him’’

But is this how love was supposed to be?

‘’hey you,are you there?’’

She heard him say on the phone..

‘’hey’’ she responded…this time it has to end. I deserve better she decided.

‘’are you home?’’

‘’I cant do this anymore Martin’’

‘’cant do what honey?’’

Honey…like he actually cared

‘’this…this so called relationship-I cant’’

‘’come on don’t say that,whats wrong?,listen am coming over’’ and the line cut

And she let him in the house

Why couldn’t she just have let him be outside?

Because the sex was good

It was like a drug

He moved closer-and closer until he was close enough to hold her waist.

‘’do you still want to end this baby? What we have is special’’

She felt helpless under his power.

No,she had to will herself to end this,she had to stay strong. This couldn’t continue. It was too toxic-to what end?

But his power over her was too strong,he willed her body with a single touch and once again she was his sex slave,doing whatever he wanted.

Because the sex was good

He kissed her soft lips,and whispered in her ear ‘’I want you now’’

And she could feel his member confirming he wanted her

She had to stop this,stop herself from succumbing

he was never going to be good for her-she knew this…

but the sex was….

She felt him get harder still

Felt herself get weak in the knees.

How could one man possess so much power over me?

He moved his hand below and pulled and felt for her trembling  hot thighs

He continued his assault as he moved on towards her mound and felt her centre,she was already excited…her body had a mind of its own

He pushed his fingers in slowly and she gasped

She wanted him again

No..it had to end. She had to end it

But the sex was good.

 Oh my..he kept moving his fingers inside her,this way and that way..and she could feel everything,her body flushed as she got warmer

The sex was good,

 It was like a spell she couldn’t break

She moaned as his fingers continued commanding her body to submit

Gasped as he entered her savagely..the way she liked..

She didn’t want him to stop

No he had to stop…

But the sex was good

Another moan escaped her,it was pleasurable torture

‘’I know you want me. I can feel you’’ he said

His voice turned her on further and she felt herself soak in her juices

‘’I want you’’ he said

He took her lips again and kissed her softly,nudging her lips open and she succumbed to his will

Feeling his warm tongue,he tasted good,smelled so good..

She didn’t want him to stop..

Maybe just one last time..let this be goodbye…

……………………………………………………………

She lay there and heard the door close

He had to go for work he said,and would call her.

He had left her-again-until the next time he felt he needed her.

She knew she wasn’t going to hear from him for weeks.

This had to end

She slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom ..

She didn’t flinch even when she felt the cold water splash on her hot body

She felt nothing,just an emptiness..

Was this it? Your life?

The sex was good..

No..it wasn’t enough

She needed love,she craved for friendship and support,she craved for that which she needed the most.

A man who truly loved her

A man who would bring out the best in her

This was too lonely

She needed her innermost self to be unlocked and understood,she needed a champion

The sex was good

Not good enough to give her all these things

She deserved better she told herself as she stood under the shower..

The water ran down her body…

………………………………………………………..

It was Wednesday evening…it had been two weeks she hadn't heard from him.

Her phone rang.

It was him,he did what he did always,spoke to her like they had just hang out earlier..

Like everything was ok

‘’hey you,how you doing?’

Like it was a normal thing to disappear and reappear whenever one felt like.

‘’hi’’she responded

‘’I miss you’’

She didn’t respond

He continued on ‘’so am coming over. Its been hectic at work but I cleared my schedule tonight just to see you’’

So what he was expecting her to be grateful?

She didn’t respond

‘’I miss you baby. Just starting off now’’

‘’no’’

‘’uh? what?’’

‘’I said no’’

‘’no to what?’’

‘’no you cant come over’’

‘’oh? Uh? You busy or..?’’

‘’I cant Martin”

‘’mmm baby come on,I miss you’’..

Am sure you do

‘’no’’..she hang up.

She couldn’t no more

The sex was good

Not good enough to fill her void

She needed more of what was good in her life

She was thirsty for fulfilling companionship that would actually make her grow as a person

Not meaningless episodes of ejaculations…

She needed meaning and purpose

Not a loveless relationship

Not a walking sex object in her house

She needed love and poetry

The sex was good but no…

She had compromised her standards and worth for sex

Her phone rang again…

She caressed it slowly and watched it ring…

Then she  hurled it against the wall where it broke into a hundred pieces.

The sex had been good.

It was good while it lasted…

"Roar of The African Lion"_Chika Onyeani_An excerpt

 

 An interesting read....

“Africa had such great promise when the white man left in the 1960s,when most of the African countries gained their independence-or rather,were granted their independence..

More than 40 years after our so called independence,do you know what our rewards have been? We have had incalculable numbers of coups d’état by military idiots,who were once supposed to protect our lives and our borders but who have instead found the procurement of worthless second world war weapons as their passport to leadership. We have been rewarded with all kinds of wars because everybody wants to be the leader so that they could lay their hands on the treasuries of their respective countries…today we still have a lot of military airheads masquerading as democratic leaders..the Europeans decided to let these buffoons be perceived as having taken over,and they exercise,and continue to exercise ,power over these puppets in major decision making. Unfortunately for the African elite,the buffoonery called the African Military had their own ideas of personal enrichment..the elite were the first to congratulate any military idiot who seized power and protested how their predecessors had corrupted and looted its treasury.

Today Africa is worse off than when it gained independence from the former colonial masters. The standard of living of the masses has decreased steadily since independence,to the extent that now,there is more malnutrition,more disease,less provision of essential services such as good roads,clean drinking water and good healthcare,and less freedom to express one’s views. Africa has incurred more debt,yet has nothing to show for it.

Africa continues to be a beggar continent…the African Elite,as a mirror image of the larger black society,is a consumer group rather than a productive group. A people that regards itself as independent should be able to produce independent thought. Yet, Africans still depend on the Europeans 40 years after ‘’gaining’’their independence from their former colonial masters and at the dawn of new millennium,to furnish us with books on any subject. Our so called elites cannot devote enough time to duplicate the same research  already conducted and to articulate it in a language Africans can understand. Is it any wonder then that we go to school,and still come out illiterate? It is no wonder that,despite our years of schooling,if we need roads built,we contract them out to European engineering firms to build for us,if we need power stations,we get Caucasians or the Japanese to build them for us;if we need drinking water,we have to import European or American experts to do it for us. We are “highly educated” ,yet we cannot even assemble a bicycle-we have to import it. We cannot assemble a radio-we have to import it. We cannot assemble a television-we have to import it...it might not be politically correct for me to say this,but i am not known as politically correct most of the time. I hated apartheid with a passion,and i still loathe racism. The white people in this country committed atrocities far beyond anyone’s imagination. But the truth must be told,and i have warned you before,this is the 21st century;it is time that we started telling ourselves the truth,no matter how bitter the truth may be.”