The Writer's Block

Let it be known that I am just as likely to point the way to Christ as I am to the point the way to my clitoris. Because of this, I chose the topic of God and sex today for my blog prompt.

However, while reading my blog you will soon find that I am not a stuffed-shirt, Bible-thumping Christian. As a matter of fact, you might hear many choice words proceed from the fingertips of this writer as you browse, which may repulse, dismay, shock or annoy you. And I say, that’s ok. I’m not writing here to please a pastor or to feed the sheep nourishing, biblical colostrum, and I will probably most often write on topics which will draw mainly base and obsessive-compulsive masturbators to my posts on Google and Yahoo searches, due to the very fact that I love writing about, thinking about, studying about and involving myself in sex in all her glorious forms and expressions.

Nevertheless, I hope that sooner or later it will occur to readers that there is more to my writing than the mere intent of titillating the masses. I warn you, quite fairly here, that there is plenty of sweet pollen dancing on the tip of this carnivorous flower. My intent is to lure you, quite unaware, into my pleasure palace, and just when you think you have had your fill of bliss, my hope is that you will suddenly, and almost imperceptibly be enlightened.

I think that if I had to pick one thing that I most appreciate about God, it would be that He is the Master of intricate and lovely details. And I believe that if Man truly desires to come to know Him, it would serve him well to first come to know Woman, and I mean by this, for man to seek with all his energies to know and appreciate how the tiniest details of a woman have been fashioned by the Master Craftsman.

That is, if we accept that God is the Great I Am, God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, God of the Jews, God our Father, God of all creation, God of every hair on our heads, and God of every cell and DNA strand, then He, too, is God of the clitoris, God of the scrotum, God of sex, God of procreation, God of the mouth, vagina and rectum.

I introduce this idea because I saw an article yesterday which dispels the myth of the clitoris (that holy grail which for centuries men have been either frustrated by or have been frantically searching for) as being a tiny bump or button. In fact, according to the article, the clitoris rivals the penis in size! Have a look for yourself, and men, don‘t miss the diagram:

But you don’t have to tell a woman that the nerve endings which trigger mind-blowing orgasms don’t dwell in an exasperatingly tiny temple. We already know this. Ask most any woman and she will tell you that those nerve endings are placed, with intricate detail and gloriously bountiful measure, all over our bodies. The key to pleasuring a woman, you see, is all in her details. Guys, on the other hand, with their hunt-and-kill instincts, most often desire to use tactics for deploying the most lethal assault they can upon one impressionable area on a woman’s body in short order, with as little attention to details as possible for achieving her orgasm.

Unfortunately, not only are guys often missing “the” point, they are also missing something else entirely. If God is the God of the clitoris, as well as the rest of a woman’s body, He designed it so for a reason, and a very good one. I’d like to point out here that we, male and female, are made for one another. Our bodies are a signpost, a marvelous metaphor for other, more esoteric missives. Would it be too obvious for our God to use such an impressive and mind-altering activity in our lives to display very graphically and pointedly just how awesome and attentive to details He is?

I’ve just recently discovered for myself how intricately connected my own body is with regards to nerve endings. One morning I looked down at my left nipple and discovered a small red mark there. Being somewhat of a compulsive and unapologetic pimple-popper, I reached down and began to squeeze the red mark. I stopped quite abruptly when I felt a jolt of electrified pain hit me in my back on the right side. I thought it was a fluke and began to squeeze again, reproducing the same effect. After experimenting with this sensation about five more times I realized that somehow this one tiny spot on my left nipple was somehow “wired” directly to this other spot on the right side of my back!

Tonight, might I suggest that you do your own experiments upon your lover of choice? Wouldn’t it be awesome to discover that the lovely mole that sits on the top of her shoulder is actually a sexually receptive point that you’ve been avoiding simply because it is not in a location tactically plotted out by human design? While I’m not suggesting that touching her shoulder will push her over the edge, touching that spot along with multiple other spots in succession may be just what is necessary to cause her to maintain her erotic focus, each electrified jolt of pleasure cascading upon one another until she rewards you with a rush of gasps, screams and perhaps a tear or two of divine joy.