On B.J.'s

Recently I had an astrological reading with Ophira Edut of the Astrotwins.  It was amazing.  The biggest takeaway I got is that in this season of my life it is time to let the freak flag fly. This isn't a post about anything freaky per se, I'm just pressing my edge of transparency.  Here goes.

This morning I was talking with my girlfriend about, well, blow jobs.  Most women I know, straight/gay, bi or queer, don't really love giving blow jobs. Here's a thought about why: we're calling it a job. Nobody likes having a job. A job is something we have to do.  A job is something that has a measurable result of whether or not we have been successful.  A job is usually overseen and managed by a figure of authority.  A job is about giving service, not about giving/receiving pleasure.

If you read this blog, you know by now that every time I blink, or take a bite of my cereal, or do anything in life, it causes me to reflect on the empowerment/dis-empowerment of the feminine.  This morning's conversation got me thinking about the resentful, obligatory edge that this terminology can cause for those of us who have oral sex with men.  Could we re-frame it so that it sounds more like what it is: a choice rather than a burden?

That being said, I actually really like the term blow job! I feel really empowered about my womanhood, so sometimes being a little objectified kind of turns me on.

This is just what's on my mind today.

What do you think?

Happy Thursday everyone!

Love,
Kitty