Leading up to my keynote panel at Catalyst Con East – where I will be talking about sparking conversations in sexuality – I’m going to try to start some sex conversations here on the blog and on Twitter. To learn more about this project, check out the original post.
Sex Question of the Day: What Pieces of Literature Have Gotten You Off?
I vividly remember the moment I read The Color Purple and it talked about playing with nipples and “pushing the button” and how hot your body got when it happened. I’d been masturbating for years without calling it that, but for the first time ever, I didn’t feel alone or ashamed of this act.
Listen, she say, right down there in your pussy is a little button that gits real hot when you do you know what with somebody. It git hotter and hotter and then it melt. That the good part. But other parts good too, she say. Lot of sucking go on, here and there, she say. Lot of finger and tongue work…She say, Here, take this mirror and go look at yourself down there…I lie on my back and haul up my dress. Yank down my bloomers. Stick the looking glass between my legs. Ugh. All that hair. Then my pussy lips be black. Then inside look like a wet rose…
I say, Where the button? Right up near the top, she say. The part that stick out a little. I look at her and touch it with my finger. A little shiver go through me. Nothing much. But just enough to tell me that this right button to mash. Maybe. She say, While you looking, look at your titties too. I haul up my dress and look at my titties. Think bout my babies sucking them. Remember the little shiver I felt then too. Sometimes a big shiver….But when I hear them together all I can do is pull the quilt over my head and finger my little button and titties and cry.
Like most people, I didn’t have comprehensive sexual education growing up, so I had no idea what I was doing to my body or why I did it. I just knew, I got into trouble when I got caught doing it in public. Picking up The Color Purple in sixth grade, I had no idea it would change my life in such a profound way. It was the first time I had permission to claim my sexual self and is still an inspiration for me as a writer, to maybe one day reach young girls, like myself, who felt alone in their quest for sexual pleasure.
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