So, I’m hanging out with the amazing professional photographer Nana Kofi Acquah when I see a young man wearing a T shirt which says “Eat Pussy”. For a moment I am stunned – all sorts of thoughts are running through my mind and I do not react as he strides past me with his group of friends. Then I suddenly think this will be a great photo for the blog so I run after him and ask if he is willing to pose for a picture…
So men, this is a message from one of your own, “Eat Pussy”
I am feeling inspired to now write a post on “How to eat pussy”…soon to follow.
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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 …

Whoopi Goldberg refers to hers as a Punany, six-year old Kate calls hers tata, Annie cheekily calls hers her va jay jay, Steve calls mine a Punkie and Dufie calls hers a pussy.
I don’t have a name for mine. Why? because I tend to only refer to it in a sexual context. Either I am telling someone to do something to it or with it…and in that instance I call it whatever they call it.
As an 18 year old College student watching the Vagina monologues, I was moved to tears. The stories of the liberated women in the vagina monologues were confrontational, reflective, challenging and beautiful. The only relationship I had with my virginal …