Ladies Room Confessions: What Are You Worth?

Sex is a natural part of life. It is also necessary on so many levels: procreation, pleasure, connectivity, and a multitude of health benefits including stress relief. There is no greater moment than when two souls connect on a higher spiritual plane with the expressed purpose of meeting a temporary euphoria. Sex is a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, sex is not used in its proper form when ideals of manipulation, exploitation, carelessness, and pure wreckage dominate the mental capacity of the parties involved. As beings privy to inducting their own harmony it is imperative that when engaging in a sexual experience we must check our heart motivations. Why Am I doing this?

When I was as young as 10 my mother made it very clear that a young lady of worth guarded her body which is her temple. This type of child rearing resulted in someone who very early in life associated their value based upon the ability to watch over my vessel of power. If I chose to give my body in passion, I made sure it was to someone who could not only appreciate but recognize the queen that lay before them. Royal, precious, and rare.

The idea that we convey to our young ladies today is something quite different. Sex is just sex and you should give yourself away to anyone who will accept it. Meanwhile once the “moment” is over it would have paled in comparison to its potential if she would have been more selective in a partner. However, in this male dominated society, the media hides this truth behind airwaves filled with songs about the “glory” of being a side chick, “don’t tease him”, and how men really want a “THOT” over a “Dick tease”.

How could this be? That we are not teaching our daughters that our sexuality is the most sought after thing on the planet and there is power in our innermost parts. That we are grooming our baby girls into women whose aspirations in life are to be “Instagram famous” or the next big reality star.

I thought long and hard about the type of woman I would like to raise my daughter to be. Among the list of attributes I would like her to know that her worth is too great to simply “let” the average person partake. The person who will be lucky enough to share such a vulnerable moment with her should be someone who can respect the fact that she is a commodity. I would advise her to protect her vessel much like my mother did me.

And now I ask you, what are you worth? Are you just someone’s piece of “ass” (excuse my French this topic is dear to my heart). Are you not worthy of a relationship that does not include late night visits, sneaky phone calls, and 5 minute encounters that put you at his/her disposal. Are you trash or treasure? What are you, my dear?

Once you figure out who you are then you can read through the mind games of those who are out to use your body then throw you away. Let them know that although sex is natural and beneficial to human development (unless you are sexually deviant) it is also detrimental if given to the wrong partner.

So I ask again, what are you worth?

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Ladies Room Confessions

Ladies Room Confessions

The maternal instinct is an automatic response that drives me daily. Even before birthing my beautiful daughter I felt like a mother. I often allowed healing waters to flow through me and wash over every hurting person in my path. It is just who I am. I probably chose to be the source of comfort for so many because on the inside I desired a mother.

I took a job as a teacher because taking care of those children served as a form of pleasure for me. It was my way of drying every tear I cried as a result of the role reversal between me and my mother. Caring for those little ones was the highlight of my day as I struggled with internal rage. How can you birth a child and make that child take care of you?

I remember telling friends that I couldn’t play outside because I needed to clean the house meanwhile my mother lay in her room watching television and puffing on Newport. She was probably seeking an escape from deep-seated pain herself. Yet, I can’t help but honestly conclude that what happened to her was not my fault and I shouldn’t have been made to become a parent at the age of 12. But there I was, cooking every night and cleaning the home from top to bottom while she enveloped herself in an apathetic cocoon of cigarettes, mind numbing television, and guilt.

Now here I am nearly 6 years after her death with a one year old. I study her immensely; watching her spunky personality evolve. She is so beautiful, strong, stubborn, determined: she is my mom. I wonder if I can right the things that went wrong with my mother. If I can rear my child to use her strengths as a source to impact the world, instead of selfishly hoarding her. I wonder if the sensitive nurturer within will be enough to suffice her independent nature. Am I good enough? I am not sure at times.

When I quietly creep into her room and caress her little face, tracing over her features, I ask myself if I would ever commit the selfish acts of my mother; Use her strongest characteristics to somehow bridge the gap of guilt and shame. Be it far from me.

These are the heavy burdens I carry in my soul. The things that I make-up, clothe, and eat to escape.

I love my mother, she had many great qualities, but I do not want to be like her. For that I feel even worse.

Why The Kardashian’s New 100 Million Dollar Contract with E! Exposes A Moral Problem with The American Viewer

Recently it has been announced that the Kardashians have negotiated a deal with E! Entertainment that will enhance their brand even further.  The deal details a lofty 100 million dollars and a four-year contract. As if we weren’t already nauseous with the constant bombarding of fake body parts and overly made up faces enough.

It is no secret how the Kardashians became America’s favorite family to hate and this is now the problem. We can’t get mad at these women for “pimping” the media and turning what is alleged a “leaked” sex tape into television shows, clothing, and million dollar making apps.  Who we can get mad at is the person staring us in the mirror every day: ourselves.

The fact that the American consensus is enamored with talentless, plastic, mock porn stars is telling. People often detest the Kardashians when really we should detest ourselves. The obsession with reality TV and all things phony over scripted television shows containing well thought out characters is a telltale sign that with each generation we are producing mindless twits. That was too harsh, wasn’t it? It is the truth.

The trends of today are influencing our women of tomorrow and convincing them that all they have to offer the world is their bodies.  Seriously, people are injecting their bottoms with anything just to get the “Kim Kardashian” look meanwhile ignoring the fact that we should embrace what has been given us and love ourselves AS IS.

I don’t know about you but I miss the days when the ideal woman was independent, natural, and smart-using her brain to get ahead of her male counterpart. The image that our feminist foremothers worked so hard to create and keep is slowly deteriorating and being replaced with the complete opposite. Thus hurting our youth and warping our future. Investigate for yourselves, walk into any high school and glance around. You will see little stripper wannabes parading the halls while the young men stand lifeless, drooling at the sight.

In other words, the ideal female empowerment of 2015 is to become some man’s “jerk off” material for the day.

Tsk. Tsk. America. You need a reality check!

In the words of Ice T, “Don’t hate the playa’, hate the game!”. If you want to change the “game” then make smart decisions and celebrate women who are equipped with integrity, ambition, and tenacity.

This is just my two cents.. No shade! Well a little.