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The Clitoral Truth was the first book I’ve ever read that openly talks about masturbation, genitals, and equality. The first chapter talks about women’s genitalia and the orgasm that doesn’t seem to make an appearance as much as it should be. I thought women sexuality was about the parts and how it changes during intercourse, but there is a whole new side. After reading chapter one, it made me realize that society just focuses on men’s needs and parts. I was very oblivious to the fact that women sexuality was so shunned and how unaware society is on the matter compared to men.

In her article, Jane Gerhard, depicts the patterns, discussions, and debates among specialists, clinicians, and women's activists in twentieth century, surrounding women’s orgasms. The main 'Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm' was a 1968 oeuvre composed by Anne Koedt. It contended against the regular affirmation that woman got delight solely through intercourse, and investigated woman' sexuality. She talks about the convictions about the orgasm that existed in the primary portion of the twentieth century. As of now, a "partner marriage" where a hetero couple would love and look after each other, and have intercourse, was viewed as the correct and "ordinary" thing to do. It was settled upon, amongst clinicians and sexologists, that intercourse was

her to "take a ride" with him in his car. She had seen this man the night before staring at her in the

Gilbert is like a dad to him, providing him with sporting tips and food, but he is almost to nice and trusting. He lets Drew and his friend Lee take out his car. Drew is 16 but does not have a license. When they were on the highway Drew was going too fast and was spotted by a cop. Instead of pulling over, Drew doesn't stop and keeps on going and they crash into a tree. Luckily neither Drew nor Lee are seriously hurt, once the cop gets to them Drew lets Lee takes the blame and state he was

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”

decided to go to a park with 8 other of my friends and he had the smart idea

He does not limit himself to any specific style and because of this his work does not fall under any specific category. An unusual characteristic of his songs that makes his music even more eclectic is the fact that they are poetry based, which leads to a unique combination of rapping and singing (and sometimes even yelling) that allows him to express his emotions through vocals.

He then went to Jimmy’s Poor-Man’s Bar to meet with a client, John. Jimmy’s wasn’t a client of Coleman’s, but John didn’t like his customers to see him “doing business.” Coleman was

After we ate at Dairy Queen , we rode up to the church. When we were riding up there I asked Dally if my parents were worried about me. Dally said “The boys are worried about you.” But I kept on asking him about my parents. Dally snapped at me and told me “ Blast it Johnny, what do they matter?Shoot, my old man don’t give a hung whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in a gutter.” I looked at the dashboard with such hurt bewilderment. He told me that he wasn’t mad at me.He just doesn’t want me to get hurt. Sometime later we arrived at the church. As soon as we were closer to the church it was up in flames. Pony said “I bet we started it.” “We must have dropped a lighted cigarette or something.” There were some grown ups and kids near the church.

Wherever we go, he makes it his business to let others know who I am. He has great manners, a high esteem for me just as he does his mother and a grand respect for his father. I tell you…IT IS SEXY! Darold, since our last conversation, two years ago, has certainly lived up to his expectations. He gives good love and we are always out on the town, even on the weekends; none of which Jackson did unless we were accompanied by a third party. There’s so much difference in a man who is into you versus a man that has to be ruled by society on what a woman should be…as Jackson was always a distraction. Yes…the women were there to pick from; but I always thought I had it going on because I was the chosen one. But little did I know I was his victim; I was the victim of his egoism, womanizing, lies, and his deception. I played all the roles I needed to because I always said, “What I won’t do, another one would”. I took that phrase straight to the pit of my soul; therefore, I played the field, I made the game, I was even “picked” for the team. I coasted like I was on cruise control of his favorite car. Let it be known though I played myself. I knew better because I was better. I stood for more than

He only writes his own life experiences and share his opinions in the lyrics rather than making fake stories in the lyrics in order to make

I've been blogging (not so professional) since college but decided to erase my Tumblr account. The

He calls this a surprise, an adventure even, what a joke. The man still calls me Offred. Offred! I am not of Fred I am not OF anyone. If anyone I am of Luke, my husband or of Bethany, my daughter. That’s who I am “of”, that’s who I belong to. I am HIS wife and I am HER mother. That’s where I should be right now, snuggled up with my daughter and Luke. Oh god, I miss them so much. I miss Bethany’s butterfly kisses and the subtle berry smell of her hair after I wash it late on a Wednesday night. I should be with her right now complaining about the scratchy texture of the sofa and flicking through countless television channels. I should be sipping bitter coffee and yawning at the thought of all my unfinished university assessment. That’s where I should be and where I should not be is in a jezebel’s nightclub dressed as a whore in pink feathers and sequins wondering if I’ll ever see my best friend, my daughter or my husband

I am a quirky woman that has been writing since I was… well since I was old enough to pick up a pencil, really. In the past, I wrote articles for We Are Famous about things related to music and animation. However, I prefer to write my own works of fiction and review indie rpg games. Thus, the reason this blog was born. Also, I am in the editing phase of my novella, outlining another novella, as well as developing the stories of a couple of my own indie games. So, on this blog you’ll be able to read my poetry, short stories, upcoming novellas, and keep track of the progress of my video games.

Chess (2011) continues examining the ad’s contents by noting the presence of the feminine touch, which Erving Goffman describes as a cradling or delicate sense of touch. This is particularly relevant given the DS Lite’s touch-screen interface. As such, the content of the ad focuses on the woman playing, not the game or the system itself. Instead of including the woman in the domain of play itself, the ad resorts to presenting her as delicate and overtly feminine, thus dividing her from the rest of the gaming audience.