Recently, in
club, a dancer was trying to tailor her lap dance to my
tastes. "What do you like?" she asked. "Are you
a boob man or a butt man?"
Damn, sweetheart, I said honestly, I like it all.
"Oh come on," she said, "Every guy has a
favorite part."
Pressed (quite literally, heheh) for an answer, I answered,
"I'm a leg man." Given that what the dancer really
wanted to know was whether I wanted her to grind my cock with
her butt or her boobs, this wasn't really a satisfactory
answer for her. And for me, it was only half-true.
I do love legs: beautiful, small feet... slim ankles... a calf
that is full and firm like a ball of mozzerella cheese...
knees that don't stick out or twist in.... thighs that show
the cut of the hamstrings, but aren't so thick they remind me
of an East German female shot putter, or so thin they remind
me of piano legs.
Legs... they make the woman. What good is a firm, plush ass if
it is attached to short, varicose stubbies? How fine is a
perfect set of 36Ds if what brings them to the height of our
attention is a pair of think-ankled, ricotta-thighed gams?
But what I didn't tell that dancer, and what my true answer is
that while I do love legs, I am in truth a pussy man. The legs
are only the neon arrows pointing to the pussy. The pussy is
the cherry on top of the perfect sundae. It is the ribbon on
the gift. It is, of course, the Grail that all men seek.
But I don't just like pussy because I want to fuck it
(although that helps). I like the look of it, the smell of it,
the feel of it, the taste of it. Pussy is the only part of a
woman that appeals to all the senses. (Except, I guess
hearing... unless one counts the beautiful sound a pussy makes
as it is being fucked by a large cock...)
Some guys say all pussy is the same, but it isn't. There is
cute pussy and funky pussy. Pretty pussy and ugly pussy.
Beautiful pussy and wretched pussy. Young and old don't much
matter. Neither do black or white or brown. Even shaved and
unshaved don't matter, ultimately. All those things are like
makeup on a face: A beautiful pussy is beautiful no matter
what, while a wretched pussy can be covered up, but it is
still wretched.
That joke by MrFunny the other day compared a pussy to a fresh
rose, but really pussies are snowflakes: No two are alike.
The difference between being a pussy man and a face or boob or
ab or butt or leg man is that being a pussy man requires a
certain level of intimacy that the others don't. I've seen
dancers who were perfect 10s in every respect, whose pussies
almost sent me screaming from the room. I've seen fat,
unattractive, stringy haired dancers whose perfect pussies
held me in a trance. Put a woman in a low-cut top, a short
skirt, a bathing suit, or lingerie, and you will satisfy all
your imagination about her various parts... except her
pussy... the most secret part, even in strip clubs often
covered by the thinnest strip of cloth, the modest hand, the
feather....
I've known a few dancers who fully understood the power and
beauty of the pussy. One of them told me she looks at her
pussy in a mirror before she goes on stage to make sure it is
perfect. Another told me that most men are still afraid and
embarrassed to stare at a pussy. "Look around," she
said, "Dancers who are too in-your-face with their
pussies on stage scare guys away." I'll never forget the
shock of watching a particularly blatant dancer on stage
flaunting her pussy with abandon, and as she came around to
me, I looked at her beautiful pussy and realized that she had
very, very recently been fucked. (Anyone who questions how I
would know this is obviously not a serious student of pussy!)
No wonder she was getting so many takes on her lap dance
offers. By flaunting her wide-open, red pussy, she was telling
anyone who cared to pay attention, "I fuck
customers." I looked into her eyes, and she smiled at me,
with wicked pleasure.
Pussy is wonderful. That's why I love strip clubs: Where else
can you see so many different pussies, where it is accepted
and even expected that you will look closely at them, and you
can look and smile and enjoy without fear of reprisal? One of
my favorite dancers looked at her pussy in the mirror
surrounding the stage and said, "I like being able to see
what you guys see!"
If you are going to nude clubs, your experience will be
enhanced if you pay more attention to pussy. I wonder if porno
directors consider the visual appearance of an actress' pussy
when they cast her for a certain role? When a pussy is being
blown up to fill a big TV screen or a movie screen, it better
look good!
Considering it's been 20 years since Larry Flynt popularized
the phrase "Think Pink" and Judy Chicago rocked the
world with her giant pussy dinner plates, you'd think pussy
would be more popular as an attribute, as an art form, as an
icon of popular culture than it is. It's funny that guys spend
all their lives trying to get a little pussy, but have such a
hard time appreciating it. It's amazing that calling someone a
"pussy" is derogatory. What could be better than to
be a beautiful, desired, envied and loved pussy, bearer of
life and giver of pleasure? Okay, maybe that is taking it a
little too far, but funny how our culture turns it into a
shameful thing.
We've still got a long way to go. I'm just doing my little
part, one pussy at a time.
Here's to pussy!
Blackwell, certified lover of pussy |
