First there was a blog, then a book, and even a play. Now there is poetry. Today’s contribution is written by a man but told from a teenage perspective. ‘It's not firmly based on my own experience but draws inspiration partly from it, as well as from friends' stories, urban tales and media depictions.’ Like me, this man believes that ‘sex is not talked about enough in the increasingly sexualized world that we live in’.
I like that blokes have these unexpected perspectives. It’s too easy to believe that men and women are at war with each other. It makes a better story in a newspaper I guess. Shit is happening, there is no doubt. A new generation of women are finding their voices. But if I took one learning home from conducting all the interviews for my book, it is this: men are women are so much more alike than we think. I’ve heard as much sentiment, heart break, insecurity and vulnerability from men as I have from women. The difference is that women are more predisposed to talk to each other about the way they feel. Men store it up for the rare occasions that they feel ok enough about letting it all out. Or some random odd person who is writing a book about virginity loss teases it out of them with a guarantee of anonymity.
As is the norm on this blog, I’ve chosen a pseudonym for today’s writer but I’m happy to publish his real name should he wish me to.
My First Time
My knuckly fingers fumble
and the cognizance
of my anatomical incompetence
is etched upon my partner’s face –
still and unimpressed.
With dysfunction of my confidence
I’m heading for a fresh near-miss until
Conscious of my thumping chest
I look to hers, and eager breasts
look back; expect to be caressed –
so, one hand short, I try my best
to pass this entry level test
my versed accomplice
Now, with vessel latex-rigged
for a voyage to the promised land
to ditch this damned virginity,
troduced to life as I don’t know it.
my dreams of
and steaming love
A sound idea it proves (of hers)
as rhythm, effortless, occurs
and adolescent spirit stirs
as I see my fantasies
and feel the sexual slip ‘n slide
that raunchy film reels set in mind
Well, Robbie, watch me go!
And the second time the helm is mine
approval’s shown in rolling eyes;
I sail through her dampened thighs
toward a virile future.
a rushing wave
from deep inside
syringes up –
a pushing tide
pleads and cries
for prolonging of
this matchless high
Oh, Mr Kelly
tell me why
this brief first ride
has end in sight
She still pants
and writhes, unwise
to fluids reaching
And with reluctant
my crew of debut
sea men flies
toward new skies,
° Bump N’ Grind sexually themed song by rapper R. Kelly, Robert Sylvester Kelly