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“Baby we’re in love, so it’s only right that we make love” said my 17 year old “boyfriend”.
“But why should we have to ‘make love’ if we already have it?” said the 14 year old me.
This was my first “sex talk”.
He kissed me with the deceit of a serpent’s tongue. Entranced by “I love you’s” and misguided by his words, I surrendered my cherished fruit. Need I say more?
Can someone please explain to me the whole birds and the bees thing? I don't get it.
Desi Magazine did a cover story on LAID. The article includes myself, my mother plus another East Indian mother and daughter. It kind of bothers me when articles put so much focus on me losing my virginity BUT there are great nuggets in here and well worth a read. PLUS there are glowing endorsements for the book.
Every new year, people make the typical resolutions, to eat less, exercise more, be able to fit into your high school jeans, and find your true love, because, what better time to rely on cupid for that potent arrow, then then new year. You figure that if cupid would just get off his ass, and shoot the guy/girl that you been lusting over, he/she will fall in love you with you and you’ll run off together to buy a house, get a dog and start a family.
Simple right?
But what if the person you love, is shot by cupid and they do fall in love….. with someone else.
all this romantic mumbo jumbo seems to be washed away by a self hate because you know the reason this person is in love; everything you see is “store bought” as my friends like to say.
and it’s not even so much a self hate as it is loathing, because you know that you’ll never look like that.
Nor do I want to.
I have been working on loosing weight, the right way. No diet pills, watching what I eat, and exercising M-F, so that way when the weekend comes around, i can enjoy a 6-pack and not feel the slightest bit bad.
It’s the little things that make me smile.
But, when you prance yourself in front of everyone with a hinted vanity screaming “Look at me! Look at me!” I don’t want to look at you and I’m saddened by the realization that the reason cupid shot his arrow into the other person, is because they belong together.
Vanity meet shallow.
Shallow meet vanity.
Here’s a rowboat, I’m sure you can paddle your way into the depths of love’s ocean.
I’m not biter though. Just sad and disappointed because the person i thought existed was really wearing a mask in front of me the whole time. If you can’t be yourself in front of your friends, you never will be. You simply float your way through life as memory of a time that once was.
So my resolution this year, is to continue focusing on my own self improvement. There is nothing wrong with having life goals and making sure that you achieve them. I just wish cupid wasn’t so damn clever.
–Carla
Recently I revisited LAID…this book I dunno if you’ve heard of it but it’s amazing ;) and came across something I didn’t pay enough attention to when I first read it:
“If your sexuality was a canvas and every partner that you’ve ever had painted something on it, what would it look like? Is your canvas crowded? Is it a masterpiece?? Or is it straight graffiti??”
So I thought about it for a veryyyyyy long time so I tried to write a poem which didn’t turn out the way I planned but such is life. I told the story of my “canvas” from my first sexual experience to my last and some details in between without actually saying it. You’re gonna have to read between the lines and figure out what I REALLY mean. It’s not “real poetry” in my eyes its just a little wordplay and a lot of sexual innuendo that rhymes…which is fine cuz I’m not a writer I just write a lot. Warning: Some lines are just a foolish joke hopefully to evoke a giggle. enjoy! 
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The best thing I learned from the Women of Influence Conference is something we already know but truly don’t ever do:
Read the full article here
macleans.ca/2009/11/16/warning-parents-might-freak-out
I truly feel like I have to fight so hard for every small accomplishment. That’s why everything probably seems like the world’s biggest deal. This is a great article and really good coverage for the book.
If you know of ANY media outlets that might be interested in covering LAID please let me know.
Thanks,
Shannon
Let me start off by saying that nothing positive has ever occurred in my life at 3am.
Intro to sex...101.
We’re just F*ckin’.
I slowly pull up into his townhouse parking lot as my headlights shine through his window, illuminating his living room. I can see him waiting for me on the love-seat. The door creeks open. It’s cold. So I can’t help but wonder why his calculator-button abs are exposed through his unzipped hoody. Does he think that’s sexy? His nipples are so hard that they look like googly eyes staring at me…put a shirt on.
“Hey! What’s up”, I say as I reach for a hug.
“Nothin’ much”, he says as he closes the door, begins to kiss me, unzips his pants, and attempts to put a condom on…all in about 5 seconds.
#pause. Damn can I get comfortable first?!?!
I take a step back. “WTF are you doing?”
“Not so loud. My mom is asleep. And what do you mean? You know why you came”. The condom is on. You would think he’s been hard for an hour already. He grabs my hand and signals me to the basement. I give off a puzzled look, as if to say “What the hell am I doing here?”, but it’s not like he’s focused on my facial expressions. Read more »
LAID: Young People's Experiences With Sex in an Easy-Access Culture
I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I just received and finished my copy of LAID. I know, it took me a month, and my only excuse is that I waited to order my copy until I had visited every one of my local Barnes and Noble and Borders stores to request that a copy be sent to the stores themselves. I never picked them up in the hope that someone wandering the stacks will find the book, purchase it, and request more copies for the store (you’re welcome, Shannon).
So here I am, sitting around the house with fresh thoughts of sex banging around in my head, and I wanted to share a few impressions that I have of the book. First off, I think it’s written extraordinarily well. The stories are hard-hitting and real, and there’s an honestly that’s rare in tales of sex. Sex still tends to be a taboo topic outside of medical discussions, and I thought that the emotional take on most of the situations was a refreshing look at sex and sexuality. I do think that the book would have benefited from a few more-experienced voices—as a slightly older writer for the LAID blog, I found that there was a lot of the folly of youth in the stories. However, considering that the book chronicles young people’s experiences with sex, the lack of an older voice isn’t necessarily a detriment to the overall effect of the book.
Shannon - no dead serious, have you bought a copy yet (just lie to me dammit) - Boodram
There is something about seeing my book at a Barnes and Nobles in Los Angeles that made me cry. For many Canadian authors an American release is a long shot so to see this the one thing that stayed on repetition is - that’s incredible. I’m amazed and so greatful shoutouts to Andrea Lewis (Degrassi: The Next Generation) Melanie Fiona (Universal Records recording artist) and Colton Haynes (Melrose Place and CSI Miami) for buying a copy and Tweeting about it. WOO! WOO!
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…
Barnes and Nobles
Chapters/ Indigo
Borders Bookstore
Amazon
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 »
“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.
Crystal Coburn
Get Out the Box
