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RiotGrrl.com was a feminist/grrl power website popular during the 1996 - 2001 period. They eventually moved on to other things, but during that time one of their most famous articles written was "The Infamous Blowjob Article" which taught young women that giving a blowjob was POWER. And best of all, safe from STDs.

HOW TO PLEASE YOUR MAN IN ONE EASY STEP:
THE FULL UNEXPURGATED VERSION OF
THE INFAMOUS BLOWJOB ARTICLE

I'm going to say it grrls. I like giving blowjobs. Oh, I know that conjures up tons of imagery. Remember in 6th grade - the banana? The carrot? How we practiced. Playgirl magazine told us we would have to know how to do this in order to please our man. Remember Linda Lovelace? Deep Throat? Did anyone ever see it?

I was mesmerized by the thought of giving head, from an early age. I could hardly control myself as I got older and became sexually active. Giving head was the first sexual thing I ever did with a guy.

I loved penises from the start, when I was a little kid I was fascinated by them, from catching my father coming out of the shower, to checking out my brother. It was amazing to me that they had this thing, like a friend, a buddy you carry around with you all the time. And that was when I thought WYSIWYG. Little did I know, how magnificent they could be. And fun. Those penises sure are a lot of fun.

I gave my first blowjob in a park in the middle of the night to a boy who once played on my father's little league team when we were kids. He was eighteen, I was fourteen. I thought it was so neat, not to have to actually have intercourse with him. (I didn't like him that much).

I can remember it as clear as yesterday, the rough hewn corners of his black levi's, the worn leather of his belt as it curled away from my fingers and the musky smell of him inside his fruit of the looms, hard as a rock, begging to be touched.

How beautiful a young man and his hard penis are, I mean, beautiful like step back and snap a photo beautiful. My tongue encirled the rose petal skin of his cockhead and travelled the length of his stiff shaft. This was utter perfection. I pushed him further back in my throat enjoying the delicate taste of him as he slid deeper into my mouth, it was like a sexual dessert.

I knew instictively what to do and I relished it, hugging his tight little ass with my hands as I fucked him with my mouth. Back and forth he slid between my lips. I put one hand under his balls and gave them a little squeeze. He made a wonderful sound when I did that. He sounded like he was about to cry. His long fingers made tangles in my hair. Soft sounds escaped his lips, he was moaning, aching, his cock grew more in my mouth, a living thing, ready to burst.

He pulled away from me at that moment and I reached for him, I wanted it all, I wanted the fruits of my labor. His cock was shaking and his hand went to it, coaxing out the fluid on some dry leaves underfoot. Quickly (and a bit impersonally) he tucked himself back into his underwear and gave me a hand up. I could still taste him. All I wanted was more. Where had his friend gone with car, I remember thinking.

He asked me if I had ever given one before, when I said no, he didn't believe me. He said, how did you get so good? I said, I like bananas.

I practiced a lot in high school (to the delight of my boyfriends, who only ever dreamed of a grrl doing that to them). I had blowjob clinics with my friends, they needed tips. I told them it's the little things that count, the flicker of the tongue here, right on the head. Under the frenelum is good too and never forget a mans balls. I told them about the area between a mans balls and his asshole, this delicate trail of skin that when rubbed would make him practically explode.

I advised them to not let the guy control you, YOU control him. You've got his "ahem" life in your hands (or mouth) so to speak. Own your own blowjob, make it art. An event.

There are a lot of good things about a blowjob. First of all, they're only blowjobs. It's not like sex, really, think of it more as a very intense kiss. If you aren't sure about having sex with a guy, you can always give him a blowjob. If he turns out to be a dork, well, you can say then, hey, I only gave him a blowjob. Nothing ever really happened. I remember all of the guys I ever had sex with and some, I wish I didn't remember. See?

Secondly, you can control the activity. It's like being on top. Only you can be dressed for this if you want and keep your legs together.

Finally, you have the option to spit or swallow. I myself, spit. I don't want to know anyone that well. Although sometimes in the heat of passion I have been known to lap up semen like it was going out of style. A grrl can get carried away sometimes.

I've given head everywhere. From tiny bar bathrooms, to right under the table at dinner. In the front seat of a car, on the couch watching tv and at sunset on a beach. Giving head outside is simply glorious, the setting sun at your back, illuminating his precious prick. There is nothing like warmth of his satiny skin as he settles into the wet depths of your throat. Oh, and then...he moves. You move. The cock is yours now.

I take a blowjob very seriously as a talent, a gift that I have for making a man happy. When I get to the point that I've got his cock in my mouth, well, I figure, I probably like him enough to want to make him happy. And sisters, blowjobs, sure make 'em happy!

Now I'm not saying, go out there and instead of a handshake.....nor am I saying that blowjobs are everyone's cup of tea, you won't be a loser if you don't like to give head. But me, well, my lips are not sealed.


In Defense of Monica

By Amelia Richards and Jennifer Baumgardner

Pundits across the political spectrum have assumed that there are two ways for feminist-minded people to view Monica Lewinsky: As a careerist Delilah (who exposed the President to humiliation) or as a victim (to whom the President exposed himself). As feminists and activists committed to fighting for the rights of young women, we want to raise our voices not to decry or condescend to her but to support her in the name of feminism.

When the Lewinsky story broke eleven months ago, we did not know the former White House intern and initially learned only scant details of her alleged tryst with President Clinton. Now, she could be our best girlfriend. We know her wardrobe down to her undies, her vacillating aspirations and the intimate details of her sex life. We also know more than enough explicit play-by-play (more than any best girlfriend would reveal) about her relationship with the President. But then none of our best girlfriends have been threatened with imprisonment or had her mother subpoenaed and threatened with the slammer if such details were not laid out before the world. With so much information, we feel comfortable coming out in support of Lewinsky despite never having met her.

As far as classic feminist concerns go, Lewinsky has been exploited - but not in the way some of her detractors suggest. Linda Tripp violated her privacy and trust, and she has been ridiculed by the media and by the American people. The independent counsel and FBI agents ambushed her for an eleven-hour intimidation ritual, with nary a pause when she said she wanted to call her lawyer (as if constitutional rights donít extend to people who donít know precisely what their rights are). Then she was served up most salaciously by Kenneth Starr in his report - now for sale in book form. Although she will soon have her own book in the stores, one canít argue that her literary relationship with Starr is consensual. The Barbara Walters interview, scheduled for broadcast early next year, will mark the first time Monica speaks for herself, at least without the threat of jailtime hanging over her head. Many people donít agree with the choice Lewinsky made to have an affair with the President of the United States, a decision that left her subject to public humiliation. Yet the point is not that we think her choice was stupid or her motives delusional but that the relationship was consensual. At the root of feminism is the right to make our own choices, provided our actions donít limit or infringe upon the options of other people. Take abortion: While we would not coerce any woman into having one, we also wouldnít deny that alternative to someone else. And with freedom comes the possibility that we will make bad choices.

If Monica Lewinsky were in fact a best girlfriend, it would be our responsibility as friends to offer an opinion. Maybe you shouldnít be having an affair with a married man; maybe, given his age and job as leader of the most powerful nation on earth, he isnít going to be available as often as you need him to be; maybe you shouldnít be threatening him if he doesnít aid in your future career; and maybe you should have had that dress dry-cleaned. However, we donít need to defend Lewinskyís decisions or justify her love to support her rights in the name of the rights of all young women. We want the right to be sexually active without the presumption that we were used or duped. We want the right to determine our own choices based on our own morality.

Young people should be particularly empathetic with Lewinsky. We know what itís like not to be listened to and to have our ideas dismissed. As a constituency, we fight to be heard by our parents, our teachers and our politicians. In our careers we struggle to do more than operate the photocopier, and in our personal lives we strive to live according to our own moral voice and not that of others. We are also familiar with the linking of sex, lies and tapes. We are a generation whose parents openly had affairs, who have been lied to by Reagan and Bush, and for whom a media-delivered barrage of sex and scandal has been a constant.

Tossed into this national peepshow, the figure of Monica Lewinsky has taken on the singularity of the very famous. But in some respects her experience as a young woman was not that weird. Who hasn't dated someone less than in love with you, or what the experts call "emotionally unavailable"? We feminists should take care not to put words in Lewinskyís mouth: She has not said that Clinton "victimized" her nor that it was a power difference that forced her to express her crush and flash her thong. She has said that she had an affair with the President, and that she initiated and did her best to prolong this affair. The effect of his presidential authority was not coercive but seductive - the aphrodisiac of power. Whatever we think of this, if feminists hold Lewinsky up as a violated naif, then we don't believe that an adult woman can take responsibility for her own desires and actions. In other words, we will have gone a long way back, baby. Feminists should support Monica Lewinsky not as a victim of a rapacious man but as a young woman with a libido of her own.

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