I'm free falling over that precipice which separates
timid-rosy-sweet candy and candlelight-flowers-tingling crush
from that raw wide open valley below named
nipple biting-back scratching-legs swinging- mound bumping passion.
And I stop.
Yeah, right there, I stop & sit back. Breathe in deep.
& mercilessly put myself through a pathetic debate.
I ask myself:
Death or Life?
Pungent, sweat drenched flesh
Licking, salty, screaming, pumping sticky flesh?
Dripping crimson pussy lips flowers parting in time-lapse photography
extreme close up?
Death or Life?
& I'm a 100% fully certified, FDA inspected, Grade A, unabashed
So, I have to choose. & well life always wins. But, I get really sticky
itchy up under the collar about this. I mean, who's getting all the action
Latex is getting more sex than
more sex than
the entire budget of the Pentagon
more sex than
abortion clinics have vicious right wing lunatics
outside of them;
more sex than
& I begin to think Latex might be totally dependent on people
but all in all, latex has got it all under control.
Nobody discriminates against latex.
Nobody doesn't want latex in their neighborhood.
Nobody calls all the little offspring of condoms bad names.
Latex is always out of the closet on the job.
Latex is popular. Everyone says kind things about latex.
& latex gets a free ride to all of the fun political rallies
& fundraisers and parties. & latex never has to pay a cover charge
to get into a bar or worry about dancing with a member of the same sex.
Latex is gender neutral!
Everyone loves latex.
& you know what? That little bit of shaped, stamped, pressed solidified
sap from the rubber trees gets to have a whole lot more fun than we do.
In fact, in my next life, I have been affirming that I want to be
as one of those Safe Sex Kits advertised in On Our Backs. I mean,
Latex gets to feel everything, taste everything, touch everything,
rub up against everything
that we don't get to anymore. AND it gets to see things up close and
that we don't even have the capacity to see the delectable, delightful
that latex gets view it. Wouldn't you like to
be there in the front row watching the g-spot inside of your partner
& balloon out
until suddenly it feels like your standing
under a waterfall in the Fiji Islands
Latex does. It even gets to feel both partners at the same time.
Think about being a latex glove.
Five fingers penetrating you simultaneously.
While those fingers are working and pushing
against the inside of your flimsy body,
on the outside, you're coated with rivers
of heavenly white cum like you're the ice cream
that just got dipped into the hot fudge at Dairy Queen.
Or maybe while the middle two fingers
wander the inside of a massive tender
pink-walled glistening cavern that
threatens to collapse at any minute
& then expands like a new exhibit at the Met
to display the rare unique individuality of a jeweled mushroom cervix
while thumb is busy scaling the slick boulder of a clitoris
like a freaked out mountain climber who just has to get to the top
so she can fall into the exhilarating rush of rapelling off the other side
while pinkie & pointer saunter through that
tender smooth dip between outer labia
& the upward curve of a titillating rippled thigh
& if that's fun, just think what being a condom must feel like.
Latex doesn't get jealous;
isn't insecure; never has a headache;
doesn't get yeast infections or bad days at work.
It's not dealing with any hard core recovery issues.
It doesn't discuss who's going to change the sheets.
It knows it's not going to do it.
It doesn't ask if it was good for you.
It doesn't not ask if it was good for you.
It doesn't care if it was good for you.
It was good for it.
By sheer default, latex has multiple partners without penalty or
It doesn't worry whether or not it will be respected in the morning.
It doesn't worry about being a slut because of a one night stand.
It doesn't sit by the phone waiting for a call that never comes.
It knows it's disposable. It just jumps right on in there
and grabs for the goodie bag. It doesn't care
that it'll get tossed out with the rest of the garbage in the
In next life, I'm going to be the entire contents of a Safe Sex Kit.
& after I've been a finger cot & a condom.
I'm going to be a beautiful blushing pink dental dam
fluttering my lust in the box. & some gorgeous Amazon
is going to look down into my little bed of treasures & I'll sigh,
"Choose me!" I'll say, "Use me! Lick me 'til I'm thin and weary.
Push against me with your tongue like a construction worker
with a pneumatic drill tearing up the highway of sex.
Push and pull with passion until I feel
like I'm going to tear wide open.
Just use me." & I won't worry
about the political ramifications of any of my behavior.
--Svaha (Her Divine Serenity)