Good Advice on What to Do with the Pussy

My mother was never the type to talk about Pussy, to refer to it as such, or for that matter discuss sex in general. That was left up to my Aunts.

Auntie G had her first baby at 14, a bi product of the hood, but unlike her actual circumstance she went on to complete high school, Under Grad and Law School while on Welfare, and she's currently a top Attorney in on of the largest markets in the country.

Her eyes shine like opals, and her mouth twists up like she's chewing on a cherry stem at all times. To say that she's vulgar would be an understatement. She throws the word Pussy around freely as though it were a compliment, or blessing after someone sneezes.

"What you have to understand", she said to me at the ripe of age of 20, "is that pussy you got between your legs is more valuable than diamonds and gold. It's worth penthouse and summer homes and vacations. It's the place where you children come to life and it's not to be whored out or given away." I nervously took another sip of my drink, wishing I'd have poured a bit more vodka in it. I knew she wasn't lying because we were sitting in her Penthouse and she was on her way to her summer house and her wedding ring was the size of a doorknob.

"That pussy you got between your legs isn't to be given away to every slick nigga who wants it, make sure he wants a relationship with you, or else keep your shit to yourself" This is about the part of the conversation when my mother takes a walk and my not be found until morning because she can't quite comprehend sex talk...even after four children. Now my mother is good to talk about other things with, like what to cook a man to make him fall in love with you, or how to prepare your life to make room for love, but there will be no talk of Pussy with her...not now and not ever.

My Aunt was just starting to get riled up, and the left side of her mouth was curling up into an almost smile, she was starting to enjoy herself.

"Now some women have different kinds of problems, some can't catch a man, and some can't keep one, but at the core of all that is pussy...they're either giving it away for nothing or hanging out with all of their girlfriends, who by the way ain't gone' suck your pussy at the end of the night, talking about how you want a man...."

The talk may have gone on for hours, and some of the vulgarity that my Aunt was talking about may have been over my head, but it was to never be forgotten. She was the one who made me feel like I could say, Pussy, who told me to get a mirror and to look at my Pussy, to name it and talk to to it and make sure that I knew my Pussy and stay in tuned with her.

It's been years since my Aunt and I had that talk, and yet she hasn't changed a bit, every time I see her she asks about the men I'm dating and then makes sure that I'm not out giving a whole bunch of Pussy away.

Something about the image of seeing a woman dressed in Chanel, on her way to court about to sue the pants off someone, who uses the word Pussy made it less vile. My Aunt told me stories about women she knew and how and where Pussy fit into the equation of their relations. For my adult life she has kept that line of communication open and encouraged me to think about Pussy...not just sex, not just dick, but my actual Pussy.

She's the first to say that she's old fashioned, by thinking women should wait six months to year, or a committed relationship before giving away the Pussy, but in taking her advice I've never been sorry. I have learned that by keeping my Pussy to myself, saving it for someone who actually values and appreciates it, the wear and tear on my heart and body has been less.

I told her once that the word Pussy wasn't very lady like and her response will ring in my ears forever...Well neither are blow jobs, but nobody complains about those.