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“Drinking in church, but not on a Sunday. I’ll truly find salvation come some day.”

I wrote those preceding words to a poem that I’m currently working on. Like all poems that I write, the spirit must truly move me to complete the task.  Usually it’s more like spirited emotions that need to be vented in a healthy manner that drive me to poetry.

On this particular occasion, I was in a repurposed church that is rented out for parties, normally wedding receptions. In this case, the yoga studio where I practice bikram was having its annual party to celebrate all the challengers.  These “crazy” people attended yoga class either 30, 60 or 90 times in that number of days. For me, my challenge has been to attend yoga three times a week. Just practicing that often has yielded wonderful results as far as weight loss, back health, circadian rhythm, allergy relief, strength and flexibility. (One woman who recently learned that I practiced bikram so often, credited bikram for the smoothness of my skin. I had to add that beautiful skin runs in my family.)

One thing that was revealed at the celebration was that a 90-minute bikram class burned as many calories as running 3.75 miles! Which is a great relief since I surely couldn’t stand running for that distance. Running may be a good conditioning exercise, but it’s hell on the joints–my joints are already challenged enough.

While listening to one of the three bands that played that night, I got the sudden urge to add the opening lines to the poem that I’d been working on.  Apparently, this poem will be written a little at a time, from one event to the next. I’ve never written a poem in this manner before, but the overall theme of it will be getting rid of the crap in my life to make room for all the wonderful things life has to offer.

I shouldn’t have any trouble ranting about stuff.  I just don’t want to come across as whiny. At the same time, the poem has a good rhythm that I plan to maintain even if I’m adding a few couplets at a time. As long as it’s finished by the time my next spoken word and poetry event rolls around, I will have accomplished my mission.

Looking back over my life, I realize that my “happily ever after” began the day I was born. How fortunate was I to be born into a family where my parents loved each other and had practiced caring for children already in the form of my two older sisters.

Despite the socialized and hormonal growing pains that I went through, which weren’t as unique as I had originally thought, I’ve lived a happy life, punctuated only by the occasional pitfalls and nonchronic touches of depressing moments. What I have discovered is that the unhappiest times of my life were when I felt a tremendous loss of freedom. Whether the loss came from my parents’ strict rules or some asshole boss limiting my abilities to teach the way that I felt would best serve my students, I felt trapped.

As far as my lovelife is concerned, I now realize that in addition to no one, family nor academics, had ever taught me to sustain a loving relationship. I’ve always wanted to maintain my sense of freedom, but be in a monogamous relationship. For years, I’d been told that I was too picky, but what I’ve learned about myself is that I’ve lacked empathy–even with myself.  Of course, that’s not the full story. I’m still a strange bird for not wanting to marry nor have children and none of that can be explained away by my heterosexual orientation.

Nonetheless, as I research for my latest fiction novel about a college dropout turned stripper who finally becomes a restaurant manager, there are very real society pressures that limit a woman’s autonomy. I’ve done well by being educated and being able to control whether I he children or not, but the remaining aspect in my life that’s been haunting me is finances.

Traditionally, a woman was to marry so her husband could pick up taking care of her where her father left off. Even though that’s an antiquated idea, it’s still a viable and expected option for many women. What’s so insidious about this is that every woman can potentially reduced to trading sex for financial security.

I recently shared with a male friend the fact that I was saving up money so I could live for at least 6 months without a regular paycheck. He applauded my foresight and financial discipline. Immediately following that compliment, he offered living with him if I needed to.  In the next breath, he said that if I lived with him, he’d be late for work every morning since we’d have sex that regularly.  Then it was my turn. I informed him that mornings were my writing time. Who knows if he noticed my look of disgust as I witnessed him first praising my intelligence for saving up money to my downgrade of being his in-house prostitute if I wanted his financial support, which I’d never asked for nor hinted at.

Once again, I’m equating the possession of money together with the correct set of priorities as a vital key of happiness. Guarding my freedom is another key to happiness. As long as I have viable options to stay true to myself, I’ll continue my happily ever after lifestyle.

There are so many distractions in life and billions of people with different agendas. Freewill, combined with a myriad of life choices, means that there is a jungle of opportunity out there and it’s every human for herself! Of course, if your target is the ever-elusive “happiness” then you must be vigilant for it can get away from you while you’re battling with a competitor or fleeing a predator.

One of the obstacles to capturing happiness is not recognizing it for what it truly is because you’re not present in the moment. Another common obstacle, which can be downright debilitating is allowing another person convince you that no matter what you do, you’ll not have happiness. Usually these people are spinning a web of deception in order to use your time, energy and talents for their own agenda, which could be little more than feasting upon your broken spirit. The very worst of these people can be yourself.

One of the best beginner strategies for capturing happiness is to go in together with a band of like-minded people. That way, you can strategize together, divide up the work and reap the mutual benefits. You need not confine yourself to just one happiness hunting party. You need one for work and others for every social outlet you enjoy. And if you engage in one particular hobby more than others, then you especially need a group who are organized and motivated.

Once you’re a more experienced happiness hunter, you’ll realize that even with or without your hunting parties, you’re ultimately responsible for capturing it yourself. You know your strengths, weaknesses and inner desires. Therefore, you’re the best judge of what will make you happy and if that happiness target shifts in another direction.

Yet, hunting happiness isn’t like hunting other big game. You can have it while pursuing it and on the other hand, you can have it while not actively pursuing it.

How can you tell when you’ve captured it? It’s that general good feeling that causes you to light up a room when you enter. It’s the reason  you smile for seemingly no reason at all. It’s why you can fall asleep easily at night, wake up feeling refreshed and interested in starting your day.  It’s having a clear, receptive mind for innovative ideas that an unhappy mind struggles to conceive.

Once you’ve captured happiness, never let it go!

Around 2006, I started taking a 2-hour painting class on Saturdays just to have something creative to do in addition to writing daily, teaching, bellydancing and later drumming. OK, so I was already pretty creatively occupied; so this was pretty much of a “why the hell not?” move on my part.

Nearly 7 years later, I still find myself painting, but I’ve stepped up my game. I’ve discovered that the thinly pressed frozen food cardboard boxes make pretty good cheap “canvases,” especially given my painting abilities. Plus, for the past two years, I’ve taken those paintings, cut them up and made them into greeting cards. Not only did the little paintings look better, but gave me yet another creative outlet over Thanksgiving break. Besides, most amateur painters need a healthy way to jettison their practice paintings while only retaining the rare few for prosperity’s sake.

The current novel that I’m working on, The Adventures of Infinity and Negativa, is going to be part graphic novel.  Although I’ve reached out to several graphic artists, none have sustained their interest in working with me. I completely understand since I’ve not offered any money. At the same time, I have a feeling that I’m going to be the artist I seek. The thought of having to learn computer graphic design nearly stopped me until I went to a Christmas bazaar where a painter had taken high quality pictures of her paintings and printed them on cardstock to make greeting cards.

I was so impressed by the quality of her work that I felt imspired to retrieve a blank 16″ x 20″ canvas from my storage closet and plot out the opening chapter of Adventures. My writing philosophy is to do a little every single day and I toyed with the idea of doing the same with this painting.  Reality of my usual busy schedule got in the way, but every step of progress that I make, I take a picture of and document the progress.

                                                                                Day 1 was merely getting the canvas out of the storage room.      

                                                                                              Day 2: I plotted out what would go in 9 spaces.          

Day 3: I sketched out how to divide the canvas  into 9 spaces on a post-it note.         

                                                                                                        Day 4: I divided up the canvas.               

                                                                                     Day 5: I outlined the spaces in masking tape.                                                         

    Day 6: I created a simple top-middle-bottom and left-right grid in the opening space.        

                                                                                                        Day 7: I sketched out the bar area.                              

Day 8: I sketched out one of the public dining areas.

I’m really taking my time with the sketching. Since drawing/painting are my strong suits, I’m relying on pictures that I google and I’m basing the two main fantasy characters that are featured in the graphic part on my cousin, Linda.  Getting my family in NC and VA to send pictures of her to help me out has been a minor challenge, but they’ve come through.  Now, I just need to continue taking things one step at a time.

            Fellatio. Sounds like an Italian Shakespearean character, doesn’t it?  I’m sure the Bard could write a five-act tragedy with Fellatio as the protagonist. And the antagonist? Men! The well-kept secret is that most women actually don’t mind oral sex EXCEPT for when men make it such unpalatable thing to do.

            In preparation of writing this essay, I surveyed some friends during a ladies’ night out. The group of unscientifically chosen participants consisted of single, college-educated women who all train capoeira, a Brazilian martial arts. Some were currently in long-term relationships, some were mothers and at least four different ethnicities were represented.  Collectively, we came up with twenty-eight fellatio turn offs, which I conveniently grouped into six different categories: health considerations, timing, attitude,  atmosphere, eye appeal and entertainment factor.

Health Considerations

            Starting with what should be the most obvious; we all agreed that men whose health status we did not know were not going to receive fellatio—at least without a condom. And a man announcing, “I’m clean!” does not count as a valid test screening. We also agreed that smelliness was a huge turnoff.  If it stinks, it’s dirty. As one woman stated, “Anything I can get sick from, I’m not gonna do!” After all, if men want their sex organ orally pleasured, it should not smell like a toilet. Some of us suggested that in addition to a man cleaning his penis, he should spread chocolate syrup or honey on it, but not all women agreed. 

            Another health consideration one woman mentioned was that fellatio potentially flared up TMJ. 

Timing

            Asking a woman “Can I come in your mouth?” or “Do you spit or swallow?” in the first conversation that he has with her is very bad timing. While those are excellent questions to ask once she’s already in the mood and has consented to have sex, a man will come across as an absolute asshole to ask such questions before a sexy mood has been established.

            Another popular timing issue is when the man takes too long to finish. As one woman pointed out, “It’s called foreplay, not THE play.

Attitude

            As with most things, attitude is very important. Any man who comes across as pushy or selfish is not helping his cause. A woman doesn’t want to feel obligated. Instead, she should have the feeling of “why the hell not?” 

Once women decide to do the deed, the worse attitude men can adopt is calling them bad names for doing it.  What kind of encouragement is that? Men have to move beyond the Madonna/slut complex that stymies them from maturing into fully realized sexual beings. No woman wants to be demonized for knowing how to sexually satisfy a man. So, if you’re one of those men who use derogatory sexual language against women just realize that you’re actually sending the message to all women, “Don’t blow this bro’.”

When a man finally puts his desire where her mouth is, he shouldn’t jeopardize future fellatio by giving too much instruction, too little instruction, unwanted thrusting or expecting a woman to reenact some unrealistic porn trick.   And to all you men who think oral sex is a one way street: remember, you gotta give some to get some!

Atmosphere

Another consideration is the conditions under which the deed will be done. Regardless of whichever act of sexual acrobatics one feels like engaging in, the setting has to be right—again, not porn fantasy ideal, but doable. 

There cannot be any weird energy between the man and the woman.  A man will have a much more enjoyable, sexual good time if he does his homework and establishes good foreplay rapport. As unimaginative as it sounds, clear communication goes a long way in both time and energy.  After all, there’re nearly 7 billion people in the world. Surely, there’s a woman who wants to satisfy you. Why waste time with the ones who don’t. And if you’re having trouble finding that one, a little introspection and self-analysis may just help with your pursuit of oral sex happiness.

A sexually smart man who establishes a good rapport first will also avoid the passive-aggressive woman who feels annoyed at giving head and does the classic tooth rake.

Lastly, distractions such as phones, kids and pets should be minimized.

Eye Appeal

Most women know within 3 seconds if they’re sexually attracted to a man.  So don’t turn her off when you drop your drawers. Every real estate agent knows the importance of “front door appeal” and so should you. As one woman who I surveyed said, “If you expect me to visit your house and play in your yard, make it look presentable.”  Now, no one’s suggesting that men start getting a Brazilian wax, but an unkempt forest is not most women’s idea of a sexual playground.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing a man can do if the woman evokes the Goldilocks Principle.  All of us women agreed that we didn’t like penises that were too big or too skinny.  It’s gotta be just right. On the up side, size is a relative thing; so you gotta find the woman who believes you’re the perfect size for her.

Entertainment Factor

Another consideration is to make it fun for the woman since many women don’t find fellatio very entertaining after a while, especially if a guy disrespects her gag reflex or tries to put too much in her mouth. Remember, unless a woman is especially trained, her vagina’s probably the best place to accommodate you entirely, depending upon your size.

For some women, the entertainment factor lies in the fact that the guy’s a new boyfriend. These women are motivated to win their new boyfriend over.

The Up Side

Now, my unscientific research did reach a happy ending. One of the participants realized that we’d been talking for hours about the bad side of BJ and admitted that things weren’t ALL bad. There are some entertaining aspects about fellatio such as it goes well with showering together. Some women desire doing it during ovulation. It’s more fun for the woman when she ambushes the guy, especially at time when sex isn’t allowed. At times, it’s a power kick for the woman or a good substitute when menstruating or in post pregnancy. When on vacation, it’s part of hotel sex. Or for more practical reasons like getting lubed up for some more adventurous sexual performance. Other times, fellatio is a good way for the woman to build credit for the near future and not just a sexual favor in return, but for getting the guy to complete some other boyfriend duty. And lastly, we women just want to do it for the hell of it. So guys, try not to blow it.