Oakland’s “It” Girl

I watch her strut across the bar from my perch in the corner, she all dolled up like some thrift store glam queen. It has come to my attention that she thinks she’s Oakland’s “It” girl, mostly because her posse filled with average looking subordinates support that self delusion. Me and my friends? We sit here and watch, and we scoff as we watch her pay for her own drinks and the scuffs on her non designer purse glint dully in this dark light. How can someone who considers herself Oakland’s “it” girl wear such last season shoes? How can Oakland’s “it” girl be so bad at dancing to trap music? How can Oakland’s “it” girl be neither a rapper nor a graffiti writer? All these things confuse us as we watch her do her thing. She doesn’t even know half the people at this bar, which is strange because isn’t Oakland’s “it” girl supposed to be at least more popular than I am? I haven’t seen her face in the local free paper ever, and there are certainly no Oakland based lifestyle blogs documenting her calamity of fun and debauchery. She doesn’t hold a candle to last season’s “it” girl. She’s certainly no Kreayshawn. She’s definitely not Monica Canilao. I don’t think she’s ever had a DJ night before. This is all very disappointing, mostly because if Oakland’s “it” girl gets to be self appointed, then what’s the value in that? The bar for being Oakland’s “it” girl has been set far too low, and before you know it we’ll have some gentrifier scene queen claiming the title next. I’m pretty sure that Oakland’s “it” girl should be from here, and she should at least be prettier and more popular than me and my friends. She should also probably own a gun, but now I’m getting too picky and should probably leave those details up to the professionals and the deciding committee.

Romance and Commitment

I saw on the Internet that some random ass chick on Instagram was asking, “What’s so wrong with wanting to be in a relationship? What’s so wrong with commitment?” Which made me think, mostly because I felt like that question was directed at me because I’m pretty sure that I’m the person who’s out here spouting all this feminist anti-relationship bullshit. So I took a moment to answer her, but typing out comments with more than thirty words on Instagram is kind of an insufferable thing to do, so I figured I’d flesh out my response to that on my silly little sex blog.

I actually don’t have beef with relationships. We need relationships to survive. Yet for some reason our society codifies romantic relationships as the ne plus ultra of relationships. Romantic relationships are the model that all other relationships are built on, and sexual relationships, professional relationships and platonic relationships are put on the back burner as auxiliary. This doesn’t really make sense to me, mostly because we are social creatures, and vaunting the romantic relationship ahead of other types of relationships makes it easier and more justifiable to socially isolate oneself within a romantic relationship. This can incredibly unhealthy, especially for women.

My problem with romantic relationships is that the basic framework of romantic relationships is heteronormative, and with heteronormalcy we also get the notion that women play an ancillary role within the relationship. The modern romantic relationship is oppressive to women because women are expected to cater to a man’s needs within the relationship. In our patriarchal society, men earn more money (not because they earn it, but because of the wage gap), and because men are financially superior in our society this translates into the microcosm of the relationship as the reason why a woman needs to cater to a man’s needs. By design, a woman is less able to go out into the world and earn enough money to support a family. Due to this, her needs and her wants become less important within the relationship. This is incredibly degrading to women.

As a feminist, I believe that a woman’s decision to be single is one of the greatest freedoms that we have in the modern era. Our conscious decision to be independent in the world, to support ourselves and to stand our own two feet is powerful, even if at times it can get lonely. However, I don’t know about you, but pretty much all the women I know who have come before me weren’t given the option to support themselves and instead were forced to seek a mate out of financial and social necessity. They needed a partner in order to survive, but that is different from wanting a partner in order to live a fulfilling life. The necessity of a partner for survival creates circumstances that force women to choose partners who are the best at surviving or who can best help them survive. When a woman is allowed to be independent, she can create her own set of standards for her partner, and those standards will be based on her own desires rather than her need to eat. This is why being a single woman in today’s society is not a travesty, but, rather, an expression of our liberty. Being a single woman was so often frowned upon because a single woman was seen as someone who would not survive on her own. Although being single can often times be lonely, it is certainly not shameful, and it can be an empowered decision. Society tells us that if no man wants us, then we are worthless, but that’s not true. We can still have each other and prosper, and who’s to say that it’s not because no man wants us, but because we want none of these men?

I don’t support the modern notion of romantic relationships, but I understand that people have needs. We are social creatures, and we need each other. While it may seem that the easiest answer to our need for each other is to get into romantic relationship so that we can have our needs for sexual, physical, emotional, romantic, financial and social stimulation met, in reality the societal expectation that one person will fulfill all the above needs and fulfill them well is pretty ridiculous. The idea that we go on dating apps like Tinder and OK Cupid looking to meet strangers who we then vet as potential partners and as people who have the capacity and are eager to fill those needs is illogical because few people are already able to fulfill those needs for themselves. Personally, I believe that it makes sense to have a large social network, one where a variety of people are able to fill a variety of needs so that the pressure to be a great lover, a caring person, stable, gainfully employed, going somewhere in life, attentive to another person’s needs, emotionally available, socially agile is spread among several people rather than heaped onto one poor, unsuspecting, unprepared individual. Sexual stimulation doesn’t have to be the same need that is fulfilled by a person with whom you engage in mundane social activities.

When it comes to commitment, the ability to commit to people, places and experiences in the long term is a very healthy practice. However, commitment doesn’t work for everybody all the time, and it’s not always appropriate. Committing to people who are in your life and elevate your self worth is an excellent choice, but the expectation of commitment within the context of a romantic relationship isn’t always the best decision because committing to someone who fulfills a romantic role in your life simply because that is what we’re supposed to do – that’s not a recipe for success. That’s a recipe for rushing into things. The nature of our relationships shouldn’t be dictated by commitment, and the freedom to come and go as you choose is what allows people to rationally stay in one place and with one person. Likewise, not all personality types jibe well with commitment. Some people crave it, yet other people – due to whatever life experiences they have had – are less inclined to settle down. And there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with wanting commitment, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting fluidity in your relationships. It’s wrong to force your personal agenda on someone who doesn’t want it or isn’t prepared for it.

At the end of the day, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be in a relationship or wanting commitment. But there is something wrong with perpetuating heteronormative, misogynistic relationship patterns and expecting commitment from strangers. It’s on us to fix these things, and rather than bemoaning being single, we should celebrate our liberty and appreciate the relationships that we already have with the people in our lives rather than downgrading them to a status as lesser than because they don’t fulfill certain romantic or sexual roles. Romance is a snake oil that too many people are selling as the antidote to loneliness and the cause of so many other problems.

Another Tirade On My Feminist Entitlement When It Comes To Receiving Oral Sex

“Lick it.”


I’m in the middle of fucking some dude, which is pretty fun, when all of a sudden I feel like: WHAT THE HELL. Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about cunnilingus and specifically what an expert I am at receiving it. It’s one of life’s simple pleasures. I am a firm believer that cunnilingus is a day one, entry level, incredibly basic aspect of any sexual experience. Sex without at least five minutes of clitoral-oral stimulation doesn’t even really feel like sex at all to me (that’s a lie, but – you know what I’m saying), which is why I asked for specifically.

And he said no.

GOD DAMN IT. It’s at this point in the sex that I try not to let my crestfalleness become overly apparent, mostly because, ugh, well, I’m already having sex, so I might as well finish the task at hand despite the fact that being told that I’m not going to get my pussy licked is one of the unsexiest things that could possibly happen during sex. My emotions at this point are tantamount to what a child feels when Christmas gets cancelled. I mean, maybe this is just what I get for being such a consent-happy person who likes asking for permission for things, and maybe if I had just done the good old head push move (ladies, you know the one; it’s the one that dudes always pull when they want blow jobs. The hands on your shoulders and pushing your face into his crotch. It’s not super classy, but it works.) then maybe I’d be getting different results right now. But I’m not, and instead I’m having a moment of lying there and thinking, “Should I leave? Right now?” But I don’t leave, because despite the fact that the sex I’m having right now is incredibly less awesome than it was right before I got sexually rejected (in the middle of sex! ugh.) it’s still sex, and I still like sex, so might as well see this out.

I wait for things to wrap up, and of course I don’t cum because I’m coping with my emotions of depression and rejection instead of focusing on cumming. There’s just something so unsexy about people with unreasonable boundaries who aren’t creative in bed. I feel awful when it’s over, because I know that this guy clearly doesn’t give a shit about me as a person (it’s mutual), because if he did he would know that cunnilingus is on my list of sexual demands. If he gave a shit about me, he’d want to see me happy. And oral sex makes me very, very happy. I’m definitely never going to fuck this guy again, because what kind of narrow minded asshole is willing to stick his dick in my pussy but can’t spend five to ten minutes bringing me the joy and happiness of an oral orgasm? Is it because my pussy is disgusting and he doesn’t want to taste it? If that’s the case, then why put your dick in my pussy? So hypocritical. Or maybe he’s one of those people that saves certain sexual acts for relationships, which I kind of understand because I save anal sex and belt choking for the third date, but head? Head is such a day one thing to be into. I guess what I’m saying is: if giving a girl oral sex is your definition of getting freaky in bed, oh, boy, you are not going to be ready for the weird shit that I’m into sexually. Go back to the basic bitches where you belong. I’m on the “trying to have four orgasms during oral sex just to warm up before we start doing the fun stuff” level of sexuality. If you can’t get with that, then you can’t get with me.

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Anatomy of a Manic Oakland Dream Girl

The concept of the manic pixie dream girl is one that is so played out in popular culture, mostly because she’s a mythical creature, but also, if you live in Oakland, the manic pixie dream girl is a fucking joke. For the most part, the manic pixie dream girl is an irritatingly quirky white girl who pops up at parties and thinks that she’s and/or the center of attention because she’s playing into the trope of the manic pixie dream girl. However, as an Oakland party girl, I figured I’d let you know that we have our own version of the manic pixie dream girl, but it’s skewed through dark wave lens of drug addiction, darkness and having lived your whole life in the ghetto. So, for anyone who’s curious, here’s there anatomy of Oakland’s resident dream girl:

  • The Manic Oakland Dream Girl is born and bred Bay Area. She’s from here, so she gets it. She’s got that drop of ratchet in her blood from her time spent in Oakland, a bit of urbanity from weekends shlepping it in the city, and a very subtle hippie side that comes from cruising through Berkeley when there’s nothing else to do. She speaks the language, dresses the part, and bumps Mac Dre relentlessly at all hours of the day.
  • The Manic Oakland Dream Girl knows where all the good parties are – you know, the ones deep West or out in the East where all the beautiful coke heads go to dance all night -, and she goes to them pretty regularly. She has a drug dealer friend that will hook you up, a flask of Hennessy in her purse, dances like a stripper, and has slept with the DJ, but they’re cool, so don’t trip.

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The Fuck Feast Sexual Literacy Test

And, speaking of call backs and sexual literacy tests, here’s a list of things that I expect a man to ace on the first hook up:

  • Mastery of Attraction So, this is everything that happens before we get into the bedroom. A mastery of attraction means that you have a rudimentary understanding of the female ego, interpersonal communication and lust. A little bit of flattery, well responded to text messages, and flirtation. This is also the mastery of being attractive, so, y’know, take a shower and put on some nice shoes, okay?
  • Ability to get it up This is crucial. Look, if you can’t get it up, that’s fine. You overindulged. Or you’re nervous. Or you’re just no that into this. That’s fine. However, if you can’t get it up, why did you wheedle your way into my bedroom? Why are my clothes off if you can’t perform? I understand that we all can’t be perfect all the time, but being able to get an erection is crucial to fucking, and if you can’t do that, then you’re just not ready for this, honey, and you’re wasting my time. It’s back to the friend zone for you. Unless, of course, you make up for it with copious amounts of oral sex. That’s cool.
  • Oral Sex To be specific, cunnilingus. This is so day one. If you don’t eat pussy, then get the fuck away from me. If you don’t eat pussy, I can’t imagine what else it is that you won’t do. Eating pussy is the most basic move in the book, and if you don’t have this mastered, then who are you and what are you doing with your life?

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A Woman’s Experience of Lust Part II

There are snakes in my eyes as I slither between these sheets to wind up the leg of some new beast, slurping up sins and sensation like a newborn Eve on her first night fucking Adam. And what does it feel like to eat meat, red, raw and dripping while white blankets carry the new stains of another night in heaven. I would like to know what it feels like to be good, but I am too busy being bad to ever stop and pause and consider any other alternative option. I just let my fingers do the talking, whispering sweet nothings to the buttons at the top of your pants, singing sweet songs to your zipper as I zip and unzip and pull down and around. We both know what kind of secrets are hidden therein, all those beautiful inches upon inches of – well, inches of you. Read more →

A Woman’s Experience of Lust

Lust, which is just how I like it. But this is my lust, not yours. This is my deep, red sin, not yours. This is my experience of lust, my singular experience. I cannot vouch for your experience of lust, but I am offering you mine in the hopes that it can illuminate and accentuate your own experience of lust. To make it better. So that we can all experience lust on an elevated level, fine tuned and tingling in the night. This is my experience of lust, gnawing raw through the night, while yours might be elsewhere, sipping tea in the sunshine on a vast, grassy field. My lust is a beast, but yours…well, what is yours? Is your lust a rabbit, soft and petting, or a shark, filled with teeth? Is your lust a car that goes fast and crashes through the median? Or an explosion in a coal mine, killing everything around it? Is it blistering and bright? Yellow and pretty? Or does it skulk around, alone through rooms, looking ugly and yelling loudly?

This is my experience of lust. This is my experience of that chafing, fast emotion. It is a dangerous situation that I wade through wantonly, and you are welcome, dear spectator, to watch me stumble down. But you? Well, I expect you to experience lust in your own way, and if you would like to laugh at me while you do, please be my guest. But if anything, make sure that you experience your lust as beautifully as possible, because I certainly am.