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Podcasting with Hannah
Beintentional #Beunapologetic #Beunique Beyou #Birthyourvision #EachforEqual #IWD2020 #podcast #pentoprint Supporting amazing women in Birthing their vision and dreams is my thing!! Celebrating Female Authors, Screenwriters, publishers in honour of International Women’s Months in March 2020. Joining me on “Birth Your Vision Podcast Series” Today Arinola Speaker Araba For More Information E: email@example.com 💐Guest: Arinola ArabaContinue reading “Podcasting with Hannah”
Looking for a p! #blog
Looking for a p! #blog
When a woman’s role is misplaced, a man’s is displaced and replaced!
Why in the world is a woman looking for a penis? (The latter will be referred to as ‘the p’)
A very strange request. I think but maybe not so strange in a world of increasingly domineering women and feminist enthusiasts.
I am not sure I even know what that word means.
What is wrong with men and women accepting that we are physically, emotionally and somewhat intellectually uniquely designed, each one? (I accept there are physical ‘hermaphrodites’ – inter sex individuals)
Has the women empowerment movement gone mad?
Do we need men empowerment now too? We all need to be empowered. Yes. We need to recognise that we have power. Choice. Purpose. Passion. And can do ‘great things’ to change the world but power in the wrong hands leads to chaos.
So back to my question. Why does a woman need the p? Because Maybe she has accepted that the role a p carrier is no longer useful, beneficial, value adding or essential. When God said ‘it’s not good for a man to be alone, I will make him a helper meet for him’ I think He had a plan. Why do we constantly fight against that plan so natural, so evident, so real?
A quick shopping glance for the p’s Online (for a relative) revealed a whole range of sizes, shapes, texture, calibre, accessories and more. I was given some measurements to follow at 2 and a half by 6 inches whatever that means. Now imagine my confusion when medical knowledge and experience displays a wide opening for a baby to be born. (You know what I mean by opening, right – vagina =v).
Finding the right size
Ma’am my friend asks, “do we have measurements for the v?”
A crucial question when you understand the background of the request. Anyway I was charged with finding a p for a relative because a previous purchase proved too large and caused bruising.
It didn’t fit. It was too big so we had to find the right fitting p.
And my response was, why not do it the natural way and find a man? The response men were going to take control and take advantage of her.
What does that even mean?
A friend’s response to that was, “why does she not sign a contract with a man for just that?” And the reply, the last time that offer was on the plate, the man said “I will sign but you will also buy me a house for my wife and Kids!”
Are things this bad?
What has material wealth or possessions got to do with sex? Apparently almost everything in today’s world. Forgive me for being so naive as First Lady always says to me.
I brought the problem to a team of women friends. Laughter and disbelief and Maybe scorn greeted my utterance.
We still had a job to do.
So we had to find the right p with exact fitting and measurements. Aside from laughter, we decided that it was probably best to browse online, rather than visit a sex shop.
How would I explain to anyone who mattered what I was doing with those gadgets if I run into someone who knew me? I was reluctant to pursue that angle so one of my friends had to go it alone.
Armed with her hubby who was so embarrassed he stopped halfway down the track to the shop, and with children going off for ice cream she marched into the shop with a certain air of ‘I don’t care what people think’ in her walk.
“ I’m looking for a p!” she informed the sales lady who confused, asked “a p?” and looks to her manager for support in a quizzical way. “Do you mean a …”. Sorry can’t remember what it’s called. So my friend says “yes.”
Now there was laughter and more of the disbelieving type when she proceeds to explain , “no it’s not for me, it’s for a friend’s…” She was interrupted by a laughing bunch of sales people as other shoppers joined in to come to the rescue to explain what she was looking for and how to use it.
All in a morning…
“It’s my birthday” says the honourable lady. “Let’s have breakfast at the inn” I was so excited. It’s easier to get-up-and-go now, because the children are older and more independent. Did I say that I’m a single mum to 3 young adults, 18, 20 and 21? I’ll leave it with you to work out myContinue reading “All in a morning…”
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