A lady brought some second hand books to my office to sell. She had been there previously to sell books and I wasn’t interested in anything she had at the time. So I told her my preference in books…she came yesterday with books by Iyanla Vanzant, Maya Angelou, Alice Walker and Whoopi Goldberg. I already had a copy of the book she had brought by Maya (she is my favourite author in the whole wide world, one of my greatest wishes is to meet her so if you can hook up a sister I shall be ever grateful) so I did not purchase it. I had read the book she brought by Alice Walker but did not own it so purchased it anyway. Not a fan of Iyanla so left that behind. I was thinking to myself “why on earth would I want to read Whoopi Goldberg” so thought I would flip through the contents page. There was a chapter on sex so I scanned the chapter and I saw this:
“When I was younger I tried to go down on myself, with some success. I actually could reach, and I remember thinking that was a big deal, but I couldn’t do much down there. I could get to it, but that wasn’t enough. You have to be double- jointed and flexible and big into yoga if you want to get anything accomplished. I couldn’t really get off on just reaching. A lot of people have probably tried. (Shit I hope so; I just admitted I tried to eat myself out when I was a kid so y’all better be fallin’ in line right behind me.)I think guys have it easier, because their dicks are reaching back in the other direction; they’re helping out a little bit. It’s easier to get to dick than pussy, if it’s your dick or pussy. And with pussy you not only have to get down there, you have to kind of get down and around and underneath. You have to be able to see what you’re doing, get a feel for the area, spend some time with it, only with me it was just too fucking uncomfortable to keep at it. I was all curled and rolled into a ball and craning my neck like a long-necked dinosaur in the fetal position” Goldberg, W. (1997) Book. New York: Roy Weisbach Books, pp117-118
I had read enough. I bought the book.
What I liked about this piece is that Whoopi actually tried to get to know her pussy (or whatever name you call your vagina – check out Ms Kitty Kat’s post). How many of us try to know our pussy? What does it look like? What does it feel like? Dare I say, what does it taste like?
I was chatting to one of my male friends the other day; he hasn’t had intercourse this year, has recently broken up with his wife and he said to me “I miss eating pussy”. I thought (almost simultaneously) “Ahhh” and “I thought guys didn’t like going down, and only did it under duress”. Your thoughts?