Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I looooove the studio. I don’t know what it is but being in a recording studio feels really good to me. It’s very quiet and formal and professional but at the same time you know that all kinds of amazing rocking goes on there. At CRC where we went last weekend, the guys working there were telling stories about recording Rod Stewart and Axl Rose and it made the place seem just a little bit touched with the magic of rock and roll. My purpose for being there was to participate in part of a group singing backup vocals for a cover of the song “I Like Beer” for Keith’s friend Trey Green. I chilled out on the couch behind the soundboard and ate chocolate chip cookies while they went over the song and Keith recorded the guitar. When the rest of the vocal group arrived, we all stood together in a half-circle in front of the microphones with our headphones on and sang our lines over a few times until we got it sounding right (i.e. drunk). Because the only females were myself and another woman, Nancy, our voices were not particularly audible on the recording so we had to go record harmonies alone together. Nancy and I went off into the little separate room--I don’t know the name for it--and butchered our tone-deaf harmonies over and over while everyone stood around the console in the other room listening to us struggle. Voices came over the speakers to give us instruction, but ultimately we couldn’t carry a tune. In retrospect I see the humor in it, though at the time I wondered why my brain was having such a hard time grasping the simple concept of singing. I’ve come to the conclusion that I really like being the listener. I’m not a musician and I never will be. That’s not a skill that I have. But I’m good at appreciating music, and I think that there are plenty of other ways I can contribute without being a musician myself. In fact, I don’t need to be a musician. There’s no reason for it. As long as I can be a part of it, that’s all I want.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
There are a lot of serious feminine issues I could address. I think perhaps one of the most important is the issue of female sexual pleasure, and its many inhibitors. Let’s take a look.
This is a clitoris, a small, pea-sized area of the female body that is densely packed with highly sensitive nerve endings. Gentle and deliberate stimulation of this area is extremely pleasurable for the female and will, under normal circumstances, result in an orgasm. There are, however, a number of factors that can inhibit either the pleasurable sensation experienced from stimulation of the clitoris or the ability of the woman to achieve orgasm despite the pleasurable sensation. Stress is a factor, and hormones are another. Sexual insecurities and body image are also important to consider.
In my situation, it’s antidepressants and birth control pills. The combination of these two medications has significantly dulled my body’s reaction to clitoral stimulation, as well as my desire for it. So let’s talk about masturbation. I strongly believe that this type of physical self-love is very important and should be practiced regularly by all. However, I have found that, since I began taking these medications, masturbation has become way more trouble than it’s worth. Unless I’ve been highly aroused for literally hours, which of course is rare due to the impracticality of it, I’ve found that attempts at self-pleasuring result in a sore arm long before resulting in an orgasm. Sometimes the desired orgasm is never achieved at all. In that case, what’s the point in trying?
Looking back on my younger years, I remember a distinct “tingly feeling” occurring in that area as a direct response to sexual thoughts and fantasies. Such a feeling is a thing of the past for me, something I haven’t experienced since before becoming so heavily medicated. The lack of physical arousal, which no longer accompanies my mental arousal so intensely, generally leaves me with a “take it or leave it” attitude when it comes to stimulation. I enjoy it when it happens, but when it doesn’t, I’ll forget about it quickly.
For most women, sexual problems result from mental hang-ups and deep-seated beliefs that don’t support a woman’s sexual freedom. For me, the problem is purely physical. Deep down, I know I want it bad. But on the surface, my body’s response is telling me it’s no big deal. I’m very enthusiastic about sex from an emotional standpoint, but physically, my body is lazily lagging behind.
Unfortunately, I fear that my situation cannot be improved. Antidepressants and birth control pills are necessities for me that can’t be ignored or substituted. Without them, I’ll be depressed and pregnant with cysts overgrowing my ovaries. My hope, though, is that increased awareness of the side effects of antidepressants and birth control pills will motivate doctors to study alternatives. In a society that is increasingly depressed and decreasingly interested in procreation, it is imperative that this problem be solved. Otherwise, we may someday be living in a world without female orgasms. And that, my friends, would certainly bring about the apocalypse.
This is a clitoris, a small, pea-sized area of the female body that is densely packed with highly sensitive nerve endings. Gentle and deliberate stimulation of this area is extremely pleasurable for the female and will, under normal circumstances, result in an orgasm. There are, however, a number of factors that can inhibit either the pleasurable sensation experienced from stimulation of the clitoris or the ability of the woman to achieve orgasm despite the pleasurable sensation. Stress is a factor, and hormones are another. Sexual insecurities and body image are also important to consider.
In my situation, it’s antidepressants and birth control pills. The combination of these two medications has significantly dulled my body’s reaction to clitoral stimulation, as well as my desire for it. So let’s talk about masturbation. I strongly believe that this type of physical self-love is very important and should be practiced regularly by all. However, I have found that, since I began taking these medications, masturbation has become way more trouble than it’s worth. Unless I’ve been highly aroused for literally hours, which of course is rare due to the impracticality of it, I’ve found that attempts at self-pleasuring result in a sore arm long before resulting in an orgasm. Sometimes the desired orgasm is never achieved at all. In that case, what’s the point in trying?
Looking back on my younger years, I remember a distinct “tingly feeling” occurring in that area as a direct response to sexual thoughts and fantasies. Such a feeling is a thing of the past for me, something I haven’t experienced since before becoming so heavily medicated. The lack of physical arousal, which no longer accompanies my mental arousal so intensely, generally leaves me with a “take it or leave it” attitude when it comes to stimulation. I enjoy it when it happens, but when it doesn’t, I’ll forget about it quickly.
For most women, sexual problems result from mental hang-ups and deep-seated beliefs that don’t support a woman’s sexual freedom. For me, the problem is purely physical. Deep down, I know I want it bad. But on the surface, my body’s response is telling me it’s no big deal. I’m very enthusiastic about sex from an emotional standpoint, but physically, my body is lazily lagging behind.
Unfortunately, I fear that my situation cannot be improved. Antidepressants and birth control pills are necessities for me that can’t be ignored or substituted. Without them, I’ll be depressed and pregnant with cysts overgrowing my ovaries. My hope, though, is that increased awareness of the side effects of antidepressants and birth control pills will motivate doctors to study alternatives. In a society that is increasingly depressed and decreasingly interested in procreation, it is imperative that this problem be solved. Otherwise, we may someday be living in a world without female orgasms. And that, my friends, would certainly bring about the apocalypse.
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