My Pussy Passcode, Inspired by Homecoming #Beychella

Okay ladies, now let’s get in FORMATION.

Homecoming, by Beyonce, made everything right in this world. Besides the obvious talent, one thing that I love about Beyonce is her unapologetic sexiness and sensuality. She makes EVERYONE love every curve, every pop, every twerk, every bounce. Sasha Fierce lives in each one of us and will likely make an appearance when I am alone in a mirror and my SONG comes one.

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But no matter how many body rolls I do or who I twerk around, I DON’T give out my Pussy Passcode.

What is a Pussy Passcode?

My vagina is precious. It is important. It is connected to SO many parts of me. When I share my body, I create and grow an emotional bond with that person. A bond that if misused, or not valued, can lead to depression, anxiety and mental distress. I can’t share that with just any old body, especially when I don’t know how they are going to use it.

Intimacy is also wrapped in potential exposure to sexually transmitted infections, some of which don’t show up for years and some of which cannot be prevented with condom use. Condoms are EXTREMELY important, but they have a failure rate. I just can’t put my body at risk like that.

I ain’t thinking ’bout YOU, Sorry (I ain’t sorry)

 

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And then there is pregnancy, another life-changing event that I cannot afford to happen emotionally, or financially until I am ready. If I am in a relationship where a surprise pregnancy wouldn’t be catastrophic, then I can take the chance of having sex. Even protected sex has a failure rate. I can’t take those kinds of chances.

Ultimately I think of my vagina the same way I think about my bank account. I would only give someone my account number or ATM passcode if I REALLY trust them and have made a life-long commitment. ATM numbers are not for boyfriends or folks I’m kickin’ it with. Thassa big deal if I’m messin’ with you on a level to have my ATM passcode.

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Well, my Pussy Passcode is no different than an ATM number. It’s even more important.

For me, my vagina is reserved for Me, Myself and I, ’cause that’s all I got in the end, that’s what I found out. And if he wants it then he’ll NEED to put a RING on it.

 

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Oh, and I’ll have to DECIDE if I accept the ring because diamonds aren’t the Pussy Passcode either, LOVE is.

Real life-partnership love is MY Pussy Passcode.

And it may not always be Flawless. Life and relationships are hard and take work. Daily work, full of struggles and triumphs. Have you met the Carters? But when the crust forms in my eyes or the morning breath appears, I’ll scream, “I Woke Up Like This!”

AND when I get there, and we make that commitment, then and ONLY THEN, will we be Drunk in Love, and we’ll be ALL NIGHT, Ohhhhh, OHHHHH! And whoever is ultimately granted access to all of this (insert body roll) will put MY love on TOP, BABY!

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Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Carter,

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