Blowjobs, lip gloss, and lipgloss blowjobs

Not much time to really delve into this but I just had to sing the praises of Chelsea Girl's fabulous post that I think would even do the Truth or Dare-era Madonna proud: what it feels like for a deep-throating girl - seriously, this is the missing piece from all the blowjob drama of last week (hello, the girl says "elaborate underwater ballet with my mouth" to describe cocksucking!!!). I'm tempted to quote it all but please go read the whole thing for yourself, here's a snippet:

I’ve almost always considered fellatio deeply satisfying. I find that taking a man’s cock in my mouth gives me an enormous sense of power and pleasure. I like reducing the guy to bad grammar, if not complete pre-verbalism, with my mouth (and my hands. Hands help). However, I have to say that my pleasure in sucking a man’s cock rises in direct proportion to how into the guy I am...

When I’m in control, I feel like I’m choreographing an elaborate underwater ballet with my mouth, my hands, and the dick at hand and mouth. The slurpy noises, the imagined visual, the occasional eye contact, the hushed bated breath, the timely exhale, the fingers sliding the mix of saliva and pre-cum, the cock that pauses, filling my mouth and my throat, my throat fluttering little swallows around its tip. I love the feel of having my mouth full. If I’m really into it, it makes me wish that the guy had two or three other dicks to fill me with simultaneously. This strange feral compulsion washes over me and I wish I could take him into me everywhere all at once, even as I’m trying to keep my head while I’m giving head.

When I’m being face-fucked, however, the sense of control is lost and in its place comes a wild ride. When face-fucked, I feel like I have to keep a delicate balance between my breathing, my relaxed throat, and this relentless pneumatic cock that is drilling my mouth.

Also well worth reading: My Amusement Park's take on the topic

All this blowjob talk reminds me of this article Allison sent me from the New York Times about the allure of lip gloss:

"Gloss is like lingerie for the lips."

and

"Lipstick is about decorum, whereas there is something slightly debauched about lip gloss."

Looks like the Times is hinting at the real reason lip gloss is so popular: "lip gloss should look like you've just given someone a blowjob."

But don't tell that to Caitlin Moran, who'd rather, apparently, look "tuna-y" than sexy. Because feminists can't be sexy, and shouldn't want to be, damnit! Also (please note my sarcasm), my favorite way of showing how feminist I am is knocking other women's choices. Way to go revolution!

Really tight jeans cut you in half if you sit down. Long nails render you semi-paraplegic. Lipgloss sticks your hair right across your mouth and eyes, and is an exercise little more refined than rubbing a lollipop on your lips, anyway. False eyelashes fall off and make you freak out because you think a spider has just run into your bra. Hair extensions are an unwitting marker of who will be first up against the wall come the revolution. And high-heeled shoes — the thing women are supposed to fetishise above all else — just don’t work.

I think the article linked above speaks for itself. I'm SO FUCKING SICK of the idea that feminists, and really, all women, should utterly eschew any hint of sex. Just because we can acknowledge that sex is automatically imparted onto us doesn't mean that the proper response is to pretend we're asexual, hate sex, and don't play into that dynamic.