I'm About To Catch A Body!

“How many bodies you got?”

Please niggas, enough with the questions you don’t want answers to! This question about “bodies” is fairly new. I heard that back in the day the men didn’t even want to know if you were fucking. Now all these guys out here are ready to ask about every contact in your phone before they take the time to get to know you as a person. This generation is so innovative and creative. Not only have we single handedly annihilated monogamy and dating, but we found yet another way to offend, judge and suppress women and our expression of sexuality. Let’s bring it back and break down this questioning concept. “Catch a Body” is colorful terminology. Sex of course is what you make it. I’m not here to judge. I personally don’t look at my past parties as just “bodies I caught”. I have a list of every man/boy I’ve slept with in my phone. I look at partners as experiences, lessons, lovers, enemies, memories, laughs, good times, bad times, stories. And the dicks I’ve interacted with had actual people attached to them and a few of them were amazing. Even though trash dick just gets charged to the game, over all, I don’t disprove the bodies I’ve gained in my sexual history. Those bodies taught me things about the world and myself. Those bodies helped me learn what I love and what I hate. Some of those bodies pushed me to my furthest limits. Some of those bodies cleared my head, some saved my life. My bodies are a part of my story, my journey and honestly who I am. I feel like that applies to any and every one. Whether you are at 3 or 300, accepting and learning from the past helps us grow and love each other better. So the next time you get ready to ask a girl about her “bodies” don’t. Ask her about her passions and her dreams. See what picture that paints for you instead.