I don’t know if anyone has noticed but a lot of my recent posts have been about sex. And if they haven’t been about sex, they have mentioned, alluded to or had a connection to sex. Sex or the lack thereof. Needless, to say Black Girls Be horny.
Now that I have gotten used to horniness being a constant bedfellow and road dawg, I have gotten to the point where I can put my pen to the proverbial paper and effectively communicate why.
And the truth of the matter is, I’m horny because I’m happy. Life is good. I am living comfortably, no drama, confident in my skin, working two jobs in my field, meeting new people and experiencing new things. My life isn’t perfect but I’m content and so very blessed. And this makes me horny.
Now I’m sure there are some of you reading this like, uh duh, you’re life is good so you want to get it on. But this is really big for me. For the first time in my life I am sexually awakened by myself. Before my sexuality was based on a man. It was as if I was always waiting for a man to give me permission to have and express my sexual desires. And like a cheap wind up toy, I would wait quietly & still until someone cranked me up and wanted to play with me. I was a prisoner to my own need for acceptance, for a man to tell me what I was feeling was ok. Looking back I was in sexual bondage, going from one master to the next and allowing him to decide my fate.
But now I feel awake, conscious and present in the moment. No I am not making the beast with two backs with anyone but that doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t. Nor does it mean that my sexual appetite is any less voracious because let me tell ya… It just means that when the time comes I will be a free individual loving another free individual. Until then I will sit and enjoy this happy fuzzy lusty feeling.