Abortionists and Activists

Abortionists have set up clinics to encourage an industry. Doctors are waiting in their offices, needle in hand to put patient under anesthesia, just so that the medical team can scrape out the fetuses from uteruses belonging to careless mothers. Politicians depend on the moot to gain mileage in seeking election and reelection. Meanwhile, female bodies are put at risk and are made to deteriorate in self-worth if they should make it out alive from the operating theater. Abortion has become a way of life to have sex and if a new life begins, just nip it in the bud before it blossoms. Then pretend it never happened. Pullease! If a woman loves herself to the max she makes every attempt to prevent this chancre from compromising her conscience. Unless of course an abortion needs to be done to intercept a life-threatening condition. Let's not get into the moral issues involved to provoke any kind of debate. For, in this life, anything goes up for sale with support coming from parties where it's least expected. (For instance, if you shed your nails and seek diligently, you can find buyers and takers). In other words, loyalists wouldn't be hard to find from both sides, and one could preach like Paul, the subject would still be argumentative. However, let's just look at the degradational aspect of the procedure. Why would anyone casually and intentionally put her body under such sabotaging act just for an hour or so of sex? How about preventative methods to begin with?

At times, you see some ladies and you can tell that their bodies have taken a beating both from sex and from bringing themselves under these kinds of degeneracy. Women must protect themselves from unwanted pregnancies, instead of waiting on men to do it for them. Guys are going for the ride, and even the dead knows that they can't be trusted in that department. Kids can't keep them in a relationship either, so ladies, quit trying! When a relationship turns sour, your gut feeling should not be to harm your unborn infant however young. Your self-esteem naturally comes under attack from a broken relationship, because in psychology, it is considered a loss. An abortion can only exacerbate that damper. The keyword is LOVE and it starts with the protagonist - YOU!

Sleeping Together

Why is everybody so tense? A girl turns her back and next thing, her best friend is sleeping with her hubby. How gross is that! There are so many men out there walking on three legs, why does the cheater have to choose the one closest in range? Honey, that's because that man is already tried, tested and proven. Woman, you ought to be careful how you boast about your private moments with your spouse. If bigger is better, you'd better ensure you alone retain that secret code. Some women think it behoves them to have bragging rights about their partner's performance in bed. But that's the biggest mistake that they might live to pay dearly for in the very short run. A woman in Dee's past had a wake-up call that caused her to think twice about finishing like the fish that died by its tongue. Sandie felt she just couldn't keep it to herself, the fact that Dee knew how to handle his manhood. So she kept Kelly as her confidante, letting her in on how her main squeeze covered her mouth each sex episode to stop her from inviting even innocent bystanders to the rescue. But during all that time, Kelly started to see Dee differently and one thing led to another. First, she gave him the eyes repeatedly, and when he failed to comprehend her motives right away, she resorted to tale-bearing.

Then one day something strange happened. Dee came home to find candle-lit dinner and wondered why Sandie was so particularly nice for once in such a long time. His girlfriend of six years and two young kids had grown to accuse him of having affairs according to how much she took Kelly's word for it. But now she was getting the surprise of a lifetime. You see, Cherry, another good friend of hers, had just broken up with her fiance, Jeff, and Nicole, Cherry's best friend was now living with the outlaw. What a martial law!

So now Sandie was left to connect the dots, remembering that Nicole was the chief gossip in telling Cherry about Jeff and his womanizing ways. Sandie could easily see how she too could become a victim of a friend's villainy. Hence, she counted her blessings and was now willing to show that you never miss the water until the well runs dry.

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Mom's Man is Mine

How does a girl sleep with her mother's man? It's not too difficult to see. Fifteen-year-old Joanna constantly heard screams coming from Joyce's bedroom every night when the mother of two, a toddler included, awakened her entire neighborhood in her moment of ecstasy. As Dee put it, the teenager would give him that up-and-down, now-when-is-my-turn look the next morning as they crossed path jostling for the bathroom. Dee and 30-year-old Joyce shared the toddler, but Joanna was his step-daughter, and what a devilish youngster she was! One morning the man in his late twenties was showering and Joyce had already left to drop off Xavier at the nursery. Dee was getting busy drying off from head to toe when something told him to direct his eyes towards a crevice in the bathroom door. Two eyes made four with his, as Joanna invaded his private moments pleasantly catching a peep. On realizing she was caught, she was not in the least bit perturbed, sauntering away with a body language full of great expectations.

Then she started to act up, leaving the house without permission and staying out late to gain attention. That was when her attitude needed a father's intervention, and Dee stepped in to carry out that insurmountable commission. The couple tried every trick in the book but nothing seemed to help. Hence, Dee decided to get physical to see if even that would work. To his surprise Joanna was soaking up the blows and orgasmically begging for more while yelping some very provocative groans that challenged the pants off her step-dad. When Dee discovered that his organ was rising in disbelief, he turned and walked away leaving her with that don't-leave-me-this-way composure, eyes following his every move. As Dee related later, he didn't want to disrespect his lady and that was how he withheld his raging rod. He was the girls' pet and though Joyce gave him the benefit of the doubt, he was not the one to back away from challenges. He confessed to having messed with girls Joanna's age before, hence his relenting demeanor on that occasion should certainly not be taken for granted.

People are not being discreet about their sexual activities any more. Some have sex in the open, in cars, alleys, in the park; you name it. Kids often walk in on the acts as revellers pretend it's not happening. The lines putting brackets around the subject have been erased, and performers are fast becoming like roosters and hens in the eyes of the public. Fifty years ago, adults were more cautious about when and where they chose to enjoy themselves. As for the screaming, that was unheard of until sex went up for sale not so long ago.

In those days, one wouldn't find a young boy having sex with his dad's girlfriend, because certain habits were not permissible. The line drawn between adulthood and childhood was more distinct, and everybody knew how to toe them. For instance, in the Jamaican culture, a boy was not allowed to eat boiled eggs not well done as it was thought to make him too 'prime before the time'*. His mother would chase him out of the kitchen, denying him the chance to see her prepare the strong brew made of 'Cock Stout', eggs and nutmeg for his father. (The mixture was regarded as an aphrodisiac, concocted as a part of her wifely duties in tuning up his rodeo dad for the 'nightcap'). A girl was taught to cut and sew her own 'baggy' or panties to make her bloom into an industrious woman, cutting out a lot of her extra time that she could use to scheme sex acts or other indecent proposals. On the contrary, everything is now 'ready made' for girls these days, so that the devil finds work for their idle hands and minds.

*(http://www.amazon.com/Tricks-Trades-Jamaican-Vernon-Augustus/dp/1442139463/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255196685&sr=8-1).

The Sex Complex

Humanity is in deep sh** as a consequence of people's sex appetite that has spiraled out of epidemic proportions. How did it get to this stage where humans have lost total respect for their bodies, engaging in insatiably despicable acts while asking for more? The fever has become a laissez-faire lunacy attacking the sanity of nations, and victims fall like bodies decimated by suicide bombings on any given day in the Middle East. To human beings, sex has become more like a sweet sticky syrup set in place to trap flies, whereby before the day is done, motionless winged cadavers are caught, head, thorax and abdomen buried in the volatile substance. When analysts try to find the end or beginning of the thread in all the sexual complications facing the species, it's like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Sex is not just for pleasure as history has shown in trying to make others know. It is the primary reason for the procreation of people. Isn't that something? That means, it has to be respected, and the result of human carelessness is showing that it is not begging for honor, it is commanding it. Humans must be the only set of animals that is beset by sexually transmitted diseases that interrupt their existence if left untreated.

Everything easily becomes an object of sexual depravity these days. Recently on the Tyra Banks show, a woman was entertained to give her sexual status on how she has been in intimate love with monuments like the Eiffel Tower, a bridge or even a piece of rock! Many would quickly say that she needs psychiatric evaluation, yet without any inhibitions whatsoever, would embrace putting a banana or a dildo in a vagina or a baseball bat in the anus. What are foreign objects doing inside people's private parts? It's just a matter of moving from one stage to the next in trying to locate ultimate 'pleasure' when the novelty wears off the one in motion.

And the poor kids! They are caught in the crossfire in these desperate commotions. Psychodynamic theories among others have stepped aside, giving way to this new wave of a generation in jeopardy. Freud claims that kids have different stages of psychosexual development and should pass through them smoothly if left to metamorphose in a natural ambience. However, with all the conundrums swirling in the air, many parents push sex on to their kids from a very tender age, trying to manually define a clear-cut path for their proteges. The word 'sexy' has become a cliche and even a baby can look sexy depending on what the infant is wearing. Kids are caught admiring each other with comments like 'you look sexy' before they even comprehend the meaning of the corruptible slang. In a Jamaican newspaper, a seven-year-old female primary student was found giving oral sex to a boy of a similar age. Not surprising! They see that on TV everyday. An acquaintance once said he would give his room to his sixteen-year-old son to have sex, but not his daughter, according to the father of two as he went on to differentiate. Speaking about preferential treatment! Sharing planet with a guy like this thirty-two-year-old dad is pretty scary, for all intent and purposes.

Child Porn

Where are the psychics when parents need them? Didn't anybody see that child pornography was going to be a way of the future? If sex is for sale as society is now making a statement, then it's only a matter of time that everybody, including pedophiles, sets up stalls to share in the spoils. Now the child-molesters are moving their booths into the surrounding neighborhoods and the buggers are looking for clients. At some stage they used to keep these cubicles in their closets, but now they can afford to mingle with the crowd. Here is what really happens.

Pedophiles have always been around since creation, but they existed like skunks in their eating habits, hiding their voracious appetites until nightfall. The difference was the line drawn bewteen night and day and these nocturnal polecats knew when and where to walk. Rarely were they sighted during the days unless somebody flushed them out of their hiding places. A pedophile used to have a similar pattern of behavior and used to be easily detected like a polecat caught in daylight. Now sex is such a wholesale item and kids are so into it that they don't even know their own dangers. That's a sound medium for the survival of pedophiles. Naturally, kids are into playing too as part of their whole makeup kit, and having heard so much about sex, they could be in harm's way and they don't know. When you hear a lot about anything, the idea experiences diminishing returns at some point. A kid might be in the park for instance, innocently playing with his pals. Then comes a pedophile on the prowl, but the kid might be so much immersed into having a good time that he might not be cognizant of the difference between a simple touch and one meant to usurp sexual gratification from an intruding adult. The molester works with the human psychology that he stands to succeed in his plans before blending in with the crowd because people have already crowded the issue. In days of yore, a pedophile couldn't afforded to be barefaced and feisty because of the solid line of demarcation between minors and majors. If he came too close, the targeted kid would have halted his engagement to wonder what the cat was doing in the birdcage. The sicko had to be more selective and calculating like a fox panting from a far to watch the henhouse. Now the locust can afford to be like a leopard attacking a herd of deer in plain view of the other animals in the wild, with the assurance that at least one will run out of breath to avail his meal. What a shame!

NB See http://www.amazon.com/Teacher-Student-Trysts-Coping-Kiddie-Crush/dp/1411689739/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255099146&sr=8-1