Taboo - Do Women Do It?

Shh don't speak
Shh wait a bit
Let the night get a little darker
Let it get quieter still
Let the last lights be switched off
The last deep breath be put to sleep

And then you can.
Yes in the quiet of the night
Under the shroud of this dirty blanket
Then you can

Touch yourself.
Ooooh - touch yourself? Do you
Do I? Do Women..err..I mean do women do it?!

You'd be surprised how many and how often
You'd be surprised how many do it right after
A husband or boyfriend or lover has turned away and gone to sleep
Leaving you wet and wanting
Hands trembling, mind a jumble of desire and disappointment
And anger...I made you come fucker! I gave you that blow job and let you in me
And wanted to pleasure you in a million ways
You did your thing
You didn't bother to know, or care to feel
After all these years - you still can't tell

That the trembling hands
Tremble for pleasure
My pleasure. And when you turn away, start to snore
And the bed begins to shake
It's not an earthquake in your dreams
It's my time
And so i touch, and shake, and hold and pace
I travel through my body
Feeling it, wanting it, loving it
I find those points that make me feel electric
I know what they need, just the right touch
Sometimes feather, sometimes sharp
I gasp silently, as I get closer
To that explosion
I want it to come, but I'm enjoying this too much
I don't want it to stop
I don't want to be sore

I want you to know
Lying next to me
That this is what makes me feel like a woman
The woman that I am
I want you to watch as I do this
I want you to want me to feel like this.

But then the sad truth is...
Shh...let's never talk
Let's pretend women
Don't desire
Pleasure

Crave
Touch

Want
Orgasms

Do
Masturbate.

http://www.storypick.com/delhi-girls-about-masturbation-video/

Came across this video just today. My poem may give the impression that women only masturbate because their partners don't pleasure them well or enough. But just to be clear. That's not true. Masturbation is beautiful - it puts me firmly in control of how I  want to treat my body. And no one knows or understands the trips of my body better than myself. And that's why I masturbate. Often. Happily. Orgasmically. 

I wish I was the receiver of this letter...Dear Sugar

Dear Sugar I Love You

Tiny Beautiful Things

Little Women

Yesterday I met a little girl at office. She is a colleague's 6 year old daughter. She was carrying a pink bunny and in the four hours she spent at office the bunny never left her hand. She's named the bunny 'Bunny'. This is what she found at a mall in south Calcutta when she was there on holiday.

Little-girl-like-little-woman
Pinked out.
She loves her pink bunny and wants a pink tablet to play
Pink games on.
Like her little-girl-like-little-woman cousin.

She doesn't know what sports are
Because they're not pink.
She likes to cycle
And she is her pink bunny's mommy.

She doesn't believe
Her pink bunny
Can grow up to be anything
Because she's a doll.

Little-girl-like-little-woman
She doesn't believe her pink bunny
Will like the sea.

Beautiful little-girl-like-little-woman
I wish for you colors
Of freedom, and power
I wish the world were not so cruel
to have caged you already into
the color politics of it's womanhood.

I wish for you to know
You and your bunny can be anything.
In your games
You can be lovers
And comrades
You can be partners in crime
You can be students and fighters
And under the sea explorers

Little-girl-like-little-woman
Little-woman-like-little-girl

I wish for you
That someday you will no longer
Be little or feel little.

Someday you will grow up
And have your own mind
Make your own decisions
And live your own life.

Girl-Like-Woman
More power to you.

Harlem Hopscotch

Harlem Hopscotch  - Go Maya Angelou!! Yoo Hoo

After a conversation with Fadescha

On Love 

In the age of truth you will be accepted

Now is not your turn

In the age of truth your ways of loving will be the right way again

Then you will not be bound

And nor will your lovers

The chains of owning, the cycles of using and throwing –

Objects

People

Emotions
These equations of the market
These toxic systems

Would finally be broken

And only the free shall sing

These structures and their keepers

Afraid of the secrets of love

Will be buried forever under the rubble of their own hate and fear

When time has had enough

The timekeepers will come calling

At their door, on their streets, in their cafes, in their banks and schools

And the timekeepers will

Do their dance,

Make their art

Sing loudly and clearly

In places where silence and compliance had rotted everything away.

And that art that they will make

The truth that they will speak

The voices of the voiceless they will carry

The love they will bring to the unloved

It will renew that which has decayed

That will be our resistance

That will be our art

That will be our revolution

That day you will be saluted for how you loved and lived today.

A poem came to me today
We are all being marked
Into digits and lyrics
Into distant physics
We are being marked
By speed and greed
By fear and apologies

We're being told that
The system works
That it must be followed
By suspending disbelief

But the system is like
A disease that comes so slowly
Creating a flush, looking pretty
And then it takes over
It takes over the body and the mind
Creating amnesias and disorders of all kinds

Until one day the spirit rolls over to die
Leaving in its wake a puppet
That doesn't know
who pulled the strings,
who called the shots,
who told the story.

A puppet that is too tired and overworked
To ask why? 

You should know

If you dread the thought of walking to the bus stop every morning to take the school bus
Your education has failed you
If you wonder sometimes whether anyone in your class is really your friend
Your education has failed you
If your classmates make fun of your hair-style, the color of your skin or the dullness of your school bag
Your education has failed you
If you are too scared to ask your teacher a question
Because you can't bear to look at the disappointment and impatience on her face
Your education has failed you
If you dream of some day showing all 'those' people who live in your nightmares
That you are not a failure, you're a hero, you done good,
Then your education has failed you
If the rain no longer makes you laugh
Or you've lost the key to the box  in which were all the people you could be at the same time
If you no longer are curious about unknown roads
If the world no longer seems to be multicolored
Or  a kite flying high above you doesn't fill you instantly with a deep longing for freedom
If the sight of  the poor, the hungry, the naked no longer hurt your soul
but seem like a natural backdrop to your aspiration for a 4 BHK house in the suburb with a flat screen TV and mall in the backyard
Your education has failed you
If you believe what TV tells you
Your education has failed you
If you have become a mute spectator
If you feel there's a lot of bad things happening but you have no power to make it right again
Your education has failed you.

Don't you want to start asking
Why. Has. Our. Education. Failed. Us. Even. Though. It. Fucking. Cost. A. Lot?