The amazing commercial up top is done by my sister Lauren Boodram. I watch it 15 times a day minimum – gives me chills. I am so proud and full of quiet appreciation right now, I am obviously going to go on for 1000 words because that’s my steeze but I’ll save all that for a bit. First I want to ask you to please do me a favour…
Tweet/ Facebook/ Myspace bulletin/ BLOG!/ E-mail/ Shout anything about the book for me. Link the videooooooo yo! If you don’t know how to do that just click the vid then copy the embed code on the right if you’re posting it to a blog or the URL code if you’re posting it to a Twitter/ Facebook. Also you can link to the book’s page on:
Let me know in the comments if you linked me please I’d like to say thanks personally, any help is a huge help. Thanks everyone for bearing with me through this overly LAID saturated time, it’s just that I’m like a proud mom who wants everyone to see her kid’s school pic – but I will calm down – okay maybe! Thank-you all for your love and support I truly heart you for making such a nerve wracking day actually exciting. The co-authors this is our day to shine, I truly appreciate each and every one of you – thank you. Read more »
What could I possibly tell you about love?
Hmmm,
Let’s see…
That four letter word,
That four letter word means so many different things,
To so many different people,
You could take a survey of the word
And find a different definition
Depending on the person asked,
Their mental condition
And depending on the day or weather
Their present disposition,
And I guarantee you
That if they’ve had their heart broken
Well…when it comes to love
They’ve enforced a strict love prohibition,
But…and this is a VERY big but,
I mean
This but is SOOO big
It’s like a Costa Rican, mixed with Trinidadian,
Blended with a Nigerian, fused with a Jamaican
And topped off with a down south Atlantan
Who only eats collard greens and plantains
Type of butt…
I mean but…
But
Either way,
Even if he or she has placed a prohibition on love…
They cannot escape nor outrun its power and affect,
I was talking to my new husband about children and sexual education when the topic of masturbation came up. We both agree that we want to be very open and informative with our children about many things, including sex, but masturbation was a little fuzzier.
Both of our parents gave us the “You can talk to us about anything” line as kids. I took it literally and asked a million questions, and Andrew never wondered much about sex as a kid and found himself a little behind his peers in terms of sexual knowledge when he got a bit older. Neither of us thought to ask about masturbation, and neither of us actually tried it until we were in our mid/late teens and had already had our first orgasms with each other.
Turns out we weren’t the only kids who were clueless about solo sex. I asked my friends to anonymously send me their first-time masturbation stories (apparently they’re as open about sex as I am — only one person submitted anonymously) and none of them were informed about masturbation by their parents when they were kids either.
“When I was ten or eleven I started looking at online porn. That was in the age of dial up and an image used to take a minute or two to load. Because of the long load times and the inconvenience of having to use the family computer, I kept a stack of printed photos stashed in my room. For a while I was doing it because it gave me a hard on, but I didn’t understand how it was all supposed to end.” – Archie*
“The first time I heard the term ‘masturbation’ was in 1994. I’d just picked up Green Day’s ‘Dookie’ and heard the song ‘Longview’ for the first time — the line in question was ‘when masturbation’s lost its fun you’re fucking breaking’. I realized I had no idea what the term meant, so like a good nerd I went to the old dictionary to find out. Reading the definition didn’t really do a lot to answer my questions. I could have asked my parents, because they’d always been open with me regarding all things sexual (in the interest of giving me a proper education, god bless ‘em), but I was uncomfortable doing so, because I was ten and sort of realizing my parents didn’t match my estimation of ‘cool’.” – Reggie
I told her I’d leave her if she didn’t get rid of it. She had cried for an hour or so before giving in. What was left of our relationship after that were her nervous glances and conversations that didn’t last. The “I love yous” were gone but she stayed, and that’s all that mattered. She was sitting at my side in the passenger’s seat eating pickles and ice cream.
“You’re hardly pregnant, you shouldn’t be having these… cravings.” I said, tired of the silence that her gloomy mood had started.
“Shut up…” it was faint, almost a whisper.
“Well I think its bullshit, how you act like you’re seven months in or something. It’s only been a mon-”
“I want to know what it’s like…” she interrupted me like usual.
I kept quiet. I wasn’t too sure of the area where the clinic was, I had just wanted to find a place far enough so I wouldn’t see all the other pregnant girls in the area. I probably knew half of them. They’d depress me.
The road, punctuated with cracks and fissures in the asphalt, snaked past dead gray hills with overpasses that loomed above us. They cast huge shadows that made me feel even smaller. Other cars zipped by; red trucks, black vans, people with their own problems. My mind was a blank, thoughts rapid and worthless.
“I’m hungry,” she begins. I knew her too well to suggest fast food or anything of the sort. She wanted to sit at some stupid restaurant, no matter how cheap the food was, just to prolong our day. She wanted to talk. Read more »
“Girls are like buses; miss one the next 15 one coming.” And so the song continues, “we like her and we like her too…I wish I could f*ck every girl in the world.”
I hate this song.
Have I danced to it? Guilty as charged.
I still hate this song.
I had this lyric written down in my memo pad for the longest time because it struck a nerve with me and I always wanted to address it here. It says so much about our sexuality and what we’re allowed to do as men and women. This song is not the first and it certainly won’t be the last to lower the double-standard bar, but when I heard this line I had to laugh to myself although there was nothing funny about it. There’s so many things wrong with this picture, and while the topic of dumb women-bashing music has really been exhausted, my patience to address it has yet to wear thin. Still, that’s not why I’m here.
My issue with it lies in the fact that I’m not at liberty to create a song boasting my desire to “f*ck every man in the world.”
**Please note that this is not my desire, but rather a “for instance.” You can see how not providing a disclaimer would render me the very “whore” I’m defending.**
If I wanted to make a song singing these lyrics I would be all but stoned to death. Blogs would be on overload about the girl who sang about a million penises and girls wouldn’t dare to sing along with me. I would definitely be awarded all the derogatory names that so many “loose” women have “earned.”
I also find it completely ridiculous for anyone to proclaim themselves as King Ding-a-ling on a mission to fullfil every position, with every girl. In the world.
So given that, the questions remain: Do I think this kind of music can be erased? Nope. Do I want this kind of music to be erased? Nope. I say no because if this song and every one like it is banned then a lot of music that I love must be banned too, music that others might see as equally offensive to them and so that approach does not make much sense. Obviously “banning” music is ludaris anyway.
So while I’m still entirely pissed off by the stupidity of this song I laugh at the thought that someone (male or female) might actually want to f*uck every person in the world. And please, don’t label me as holier-than-thou, because I understand it’s your prerogative to do so but really…that kind of task cannot be gratifying. I understand that I may be taking the lyrics too literally and this song might just be an embellishment of the male ego. However, if I’m going to take their other songs as fact, I might as well do the same with this one.
Think about it for a second. Every girl. All of them.Even the one down the street who you wouldn’t look twice at.
Really? You want to stick your penis into a billion vaginas? What makes you think every girl would agree to that anyway? Despite what the male ego may think a lot of us are quite choosey, but I digress.
Please people, think again, the first (barf) 20 vaginas might (I stress this word) be a nice treat, but by the 21st you might start to rethink your quest. 20 is very far from a billion. While you’re doing the rethinking read the chapter called Hookups in Shannon Boodram’s book LAID. It will give you some insight as to how many girls you really want to f*uck.
Hey everyone I wanted to make sure you were the first to know that on Wednesday October 14 at Revival (783 College Street West – Toronto) I am having my book release party. It will be an opportunity to meet some of the contributors, catch some cool performances, hear readings from the book, conduct any interviews, eat, drink, network and buy a copy in case the mood strikes you .
It’s open to everyone 19+ and doors are open from 6-10. Please invite as many people as possible, I’ll put together a flyer shortly in case you’d be so kind as to post it in your events listing. I’d love if you could come out so hopefully I’ll catch you there in a few weeks time. *hugs fam!
So we posted this video on Youtube and five minutes later we get a comment, “y’all gonna be in the ATL??” lol. So to quickly re-explain we’re trying to do a VIRTUAL TOUR, meaning we never leave our living rooms. We’re not pimpin all over the world, we’re travelling all over the net. So please let us know:
Would you be willing to offer your blog as one of our tour stops . If so (or if you’re thinking about it) please e-mail sb@shannonteresa.comso I can pitch you some ideas.
Do you have any suggestions as to some blogs that you go to that would be good to approach
Have a blog and wanna know what’s in it for you?
We will be posting a schedule with all of our blog stops here, plus a link to the post so this will help bring traffic to any other site.
If you are going to do a post or interview onLAIDwith Shannon you will get a free copy.
We would like to start the tour in late September/ early October so please let us know asap. Remember you can also help us by leaving a comment with a list of other blogs that you really like. As always, thank you so *hugs fam.
I love dancing – not enough to take it seriously, just enough to constantly harass everyone I know to “make up a dance” or go to a club with me. So today my friend Akshun was the victim of my peer pressure as we made up a dance forLAID. lol I love it because it makes no sense. Enjoy!
We did 3/ 5 chapters from LAID but I want to show you the full chapter list plus descriptions so please follow me as we get someRead more »
"Into the Night" ...Check it out, it's a dope song. Lil cheesy, but dope...
Okay, I’m pretty sure I’ve got this thing figured out, so I’m gonna start with a clear thesis for once: the relevance of age in relationships is MUCH more an issue of economics than an issue of morality; in a different economy, there would be much less resistance to younger people dating older people. Furthermore, premarital sexuality and post-marital economic dependence are the two factors that contribute most to the public fear of such relationships.
BAM, there it is. Now, let me offer a few stipulations before we go any further: I’m talking majorly about young people ages 15 and up dating people as old as 29-30ish. Basically, ages where a human being is physically capable of working, reproducing, seeing over a steering wheel, reaching the gas and brake, making informed decisions, that type thing. Let’s not be ridiculous, because there are some common sensibilities involved here…
I’ve been thinking about this issue for a long time. Why? Well, for one, because I tend to dig older women. But there’s always been this hesitation about it and, upon facing that hesitation, I had to explore it, cuz that’s just my nature.
Is age truly ‘nothing but a number’? (MAN I hate cliches)
Well here’s what I’ve discovered through my own unscientific research, i.e., meditation, observation, and good ol’ logical reasoning: Read more »
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