*peeks my head inside the door*
Hello, world. First, let me just say that I know it seems as if I’ve all but abandoned my blog, but I haven’t. I’ve been living life, raising two teenagers, having and recovering from spine surgery, and getting my heart broken and ghosted by the same guy…TWICE (ouch) and trying to pick my cracked face and bruised feelings up off the floor and put them back together again. 2017 was a whole bee-otch to me and at one point, I just knew it would be the year that would finally push me over the edge (and have me committed to a crazy house) but I managed not to do either. But, I will do my best (I won’t promise because promises are made to be broken) to devote more time and attention to my blog.
Actually, it’s my experience with the guy who came into my life and vanished so fast, it gave me whiplash, that’s the reason for this post. Since the moment I decided to become sexually active at the tender age of 17, I was aware that the jewel between my thighs was something special. Men crave it, will lie, cheat, and do Lord knows whatever else to get it. And even now, just months shy of my 40th birthday, the one constant thing I’m told in regards to my vajayjay is, “It’s good….real good.” My unofficial nickname has become, Joyce with the Good Pussy. And when I was young and less than smart, that nickname would have had me walking around thinking I was all that and a bag of chips.
But now, as an older, wiser, much more mature woman, I realize that it’s not a compliment at all. You see, having good pussy has never kept a man from cheating on me, breaking my heart, using me, lying to me, having me out in these streets looking like a fool, prevented them from emotionally, verbally, mentally, and physically abusing me, having side-chicks, getting a divorce, or calling me out my name. In a nutshell, I was never anything more than just a good lay to the men I chose to invite into my life (and legs). And just like a gallon of milk, even good pussy has an expiration date. Know this.
I don’t care how many times men sing you praises on how well you put it down. I don’t care if you have used every trick in your bag to rock his world, or if you can rival any porn star in the bedroom, men will eventually get bored with a woman who he’s only attracted to sexually. No matter how good he tells you you’re putting it on him, unless you’re able to blow his mind outside of the bedroom, nine times out of ten, you’ll eventually find yourself sitting all alone while he’s moved on to the next piece of good ass, wondering what went wrong? Why, if the sex was so great, did he still leave? He left because like a pretty face, mind blowing sex can be found on every other street corner. But what else are you bringing to the table to make him fall for you other than your cookie?
Strive to be more than just the woman he calls when he’s bored and knows he will have a great time in bed with. Don’t place your worth and value on that gem between your legs. And yes, I know that no matter how great you are to a man outside the bedroom, he can, and unfortunately, most do, go out there and cheat on you anyway. You can be as beautiful as Beyonce, be a gourmet chef, have a college degree, a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, love and care for him and his well-being, want to see him be successful and work with him to build a future together, and that still won’t be good enough. Most, not all, men are just wired to cheat, no matter what you do and how good you are to them. The only thing that keeps a man with you is a man who wants to be kept- point, blank, period. But at least by knowing your worth and realizing that there is so much more to you than just sex, IF he should happen to still leave you, you’ll know that it’s his loss for not seeing you for the amazing woman you are and that there is so much more to you than just being a convenient good lay.
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