Assistance - Part I

Like I said my pet peeve (topic of way too much interest) is women. Women are interesting creatures (I use the word creatures with the greatest of respect from whence I came forth and by god's good graces will cum to depart). Often women refer to men in relationships as being possessive or obsessed, I can't recall ever hearing those words used to describe a woman (perhaps it is, we just prefer to refer to that behave as mad) but there are plenty I would surmise.

I posed this question to a couple women. If a man was a really lame screw and pretty much lame all round, would you be bothered if, (sorry when) he cheated? At some point or another most people cheat. Incidentally of the many definitions of cheat, the one definition relating to sexual infidelity is an "informal" definition (check the dictionary, informal is written in small italics). I have not the foggiest idea what informal in that context means, and I don't care to find out either, it does not suite my purposes.

Which brings me back to the question. If he eh good, would it matter? I dare say I think the answer would be a resounding NO! So is good wood make y'all mad. Or good man gone bad. It is my contention that people once in a relationship begin to treat each other like property, or as a good friend of mine would say, we objectify each other, more specifically body parts.

The pussy now becomes (Insert name here) pussy and the dick (Insert name here) dick. These two become the centre of the relationship universe (because they are now inextricably one) upon which all else is built and revolves. Fuck the sun as the centre of the universe, who needs the sun when you have good sex. So when the pussy or the dick is put out on loan with out prior approval (like a procurement process at World Bank) or against the wishes of the other body part, there is an immediate tear in the fabric of the universe which more often than not results in an implosion.

You know whe dat one woman enclosing one man (ok! one man inside one woman, sounds better) ting come from, no, not the good book. I have no idea myself actually, but I highly suspect is from some wealthy man or woman (I'm leaning more to the man; just around the time this whole Christianity thing got a firm under-footing) who got a boot and was so devastated by it, proceeded to pay the pious mouthpiece, purporting to be inspired by the invisible being who told him women should be away from their husband during menstruation, a handsome sum to promulgate this new twist on old doctrine.

And so we had the birth of yet another aspect of sheepdom, fidelity; where sex with multiple partners is taboo and frowned upon. Some would call it socialisation, I prefer indoctrination. I know, I know, there are so many implications for multiple partners, and if you love that person...ratty ratty ray, blah blah blah. But at the end of the day it's don't share (Insert name here) pussy/dick with anyone. And we call ourselves Christians (BA), whatever happened to assisting a fellow man or woman in need.

It's ridiculous the pains one can experience physically, emotionally and spiritually for something so divinely pleasurable.