A G-Spot? Where is that now?

I don't even know why I did not look up what a G-spot is till now. Perhaps, I (we?) take our bodies for granted because, well, dang it, its right down there. And, I honestly don't know how I feel about my vagina. I haven't spoken about it for about 2/3rd of my life because my mother tongue doesn't have a word for it (See here). It was something never to be talked about. And then, once I moved out of home, we girls hardly talked about anything else. Boys, sex, and no-you-don't-get-pregnant-if-you-kiss. I suppose I was glad I knew more than the other girls and I could "educate" them about stuff actually works. Of course, the irony that they started using their parts right away while I"m still waiting doesn't escape me.

Turns out, I didn't really know much. A boy had to eventually tell me that there were three things down there. So much for my status as a "gyaan" giver! [Gyaan=knowledge.Used here as a euphemism.] And apparently, I'm still figuring out stuff...about body parts that may or may not exist which might or might not give me that ever-elusive orgasm. But I'm all for self-empowerment. So, ladies, I would really appreciate any gyaan you have for me. Are there other parts of me I don't know about?

Blue Period

Today, I want to cry. Nothing happened, really. Its just that I'm heart-broken and afraid. And I seem to have held if off well for a while, but it all came back, with a silly song and a few words and oh so many memories. Why can't we just be done with certain bits of our life? Shouldn't our blue periods be compartmentalized? Why must the stains seep into the rest of our lives?

Nice

My first attempt at the 100 Word post. Borrowed the idea from Baglady, who does such a phenomenal job with these. Do check her blog out if you haven't already!

Well, here's mine. :)
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Nice

You were a nice word, Nice, but you soon became blasé;
an empty word to take refuge in when I did not have much else to say,
when I was called upon to be polite,
when I could not be bothered anymore.

My education taught me to take you with a pinch of salt. I looked upon you and your buddy, Interesting, with suspicion. You meant back-handed insults or worse, apathy.

I went on a giddy trip with Awesome, Amazing and Insane. They showed me Awful, Fake and Depressing.

Now, I wonder…maybe you are enough. You are, after all, Nice!

Motherhood and such bollocks

This is jumping a coupla steps, I know. But its like the whole mother thing is in the air. I have to admit I've been wanting children for a while now. Yes, the same me who hasn't had a relationship yet and is trying to get rid of her cumbersome, bothersome virginity. I've had these feelings for about 3 years now, since I was...umm...22. Too young, no? The irony, tho, is that I'm such a child even today. I'm even more of a parasite now that I'm living with my parents. Its not a pretty picture.

But yes, I want kids. Maybe my reasons for wanting kids is not very healthy. I want kids so I can love them unconditionally and I'll also be the world to someone else...even if it is only for a little while. Sick, no? Anywho...this motherhood thing keeps popping up from time to time. I dream of how I would magically turn into this ultra-patient and serene mother figure. I also have horrific nightmares about what a horrible parent I'm going to be. But all the same, knowing I'm going to ruin lives, I want to be a mommy. I had to say this today prolly coz I saw an especially beautiful episode of the Cosby Show where Sondra gives birth to twins, or cause a really cute kid just dropped by our office or mostly because of this post.

All this is great, but no matter how radiant and glowing I might be, I ain't getting preggo. Adoption is the way for me...one day...soon...hopefully.