If i were a sex superhero

i would not be:
the energizer bunny;
i work hard,
but i do not last.
i would not be:
a stallion;
i might buck,
but only a $6.50.
i would not be:
a stud-muffin;
bran, oat, and raisin
lacks attention.
i would not be:
the karma sutra;
regardless of position,
i go in all the same.
i would not be:
the BDSM;
i don’t think
pain is pleasure.
i would not be:
freely swinging;
more than one
is too much.
i would be:
give what i can;
to not strive
is to be selfish.
i would be:
put you first;
all the more reason
to come second.
i would be:
save room;
i like to eat
out for dessert.
i would be:
responding accordingly
to your body language.
i would be:
take any view;
as long as you
feel comfortable.
i would be:
never invade;
consent is
key to your lock.
i would be:
in hopes that
that is enough.

Say Yaz to contraceptives

I’ve created rough ideas of potential adverts for a contraceptive called Yaz. I was at work, scanning into our store prescription drugs, when I came across Yaz. I instantly thought of the product title of Yaz being played as Yes. I’ve attempted to promote sexual responsibility through positive, reaffirming yes decision scenarios that put women in charge of something positive.

Once again, these are rough ideas, but with a name that can mimic the word yes, the room to play is substantial. Say yes to Yaz, if you trust female contraceptives. I don’t think it’s natural, but I am in favor of safer sex.


Sex more important than talent

i’m trying to be more consistent.
i treat a woman like i would a man.
to me, they are just people,
which each person has their idiosyncrasies.
socially defined by sex, i try to look past that.
not always like i should,
but i’ll blame that on someone else.
skill, hard work, determination, or any other
value has no sexual orientation.
so why should i put a value upon one’s sex?
to the most qualified and competent
should the job be awarded.
if blind, we’d might have more of an appreciation,
maybe even understanding/sympathy,
of the person to which we’re interacting with.
Sadly, my initial judgement gets cloudy by
past winds of misinterpretations.
our first impressions dictate
our future misjudgement.
sex has no recourse in competence,
that is a matter of skill and knowledge
inequality propagates doubt and negativity,
when both male and female are
borne to err.

Dirty writing

So I happened to surf to a website called therumpus.net after searching up adderall on Wikipedia. Now you might ask yourself, what the hell is the relation between a literary webiste have to do with adderall? Simple. It turns out that Stephen Elliott, is editor-in-chief of the aforementioned website, who wrote a book called the Adderall Diaries. Anyways, I was interested in what the book was about. It turns out that the book was not my taste, so I wanted to check out the website with the funny name. This is where I found some interesting stuff, mainly, this article. Besides it being hilarious and of a sexual nature, it reminds me, in some ways, regardless of how little, to my recently designed alcohol label. In some ways, both of these share similar content, sex. The label was designed for an absinthe, with the main idea being that it was a love potion. I tried to be subtle but opted out for taking the more explicit side of “love-making.”  I’m more content with the illustration, but on the whole, the design is weak. As for what I was originally intending to discuss, this manifesto is an entertaining read that points out sex is a fundamental subject and activity to be explored and enjoyed, not repressed and hidden. But mainly, I like this article because it’s an expression of an explicit nature. After all, it’s just art.

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