26 Apr
The altar of the cock
I’m realizing more and more that I’m oddly picky about sex terminology.
The term “cock worship” grates on me. I don’t love the term “pussy worship” either, but it doesn’t gnaw on my raw patriarchy nerve, and so doesn’t bother me nearly as much.
Don’t get me wrong, I love cocks. A lot. I’m going to take this chance to deliberately stop short of guaranteeing every male with internet access and a dream a blowjob, of course, but sweet Christ do I enjoy giving head to the right guy. Ideally, I want a guy whose penis I have in my mouth to get the feeling that his cock, right now, is special and sublime to me, that I’m savoring the texture, taste, the heft of him. I want to assault him with sensation, each stroke and flicker a little message that speaks of lust, or joy, or maybe just the gratitude I feel that he trusts me enough to put a sensitive organ where I keep my teeth. All of this is not without an element of worship, especially in the etymological sense that invokes the idea of giving worth to something. As a focal point on someone I care about and esteem, a penis is worth a fucking lot.
But I don’t like calling that cock worship. I guess I don’t want to feel less important than a body part, even if it’s a really fun body part. If that implication is built into your power dynamic, cool, but it’s something I’ve never signed up for, so it doesn’t apply to me. If I’m just sucking your cock don’t try to transform it into a religious experience I’m meant to be having without consulting me about it first, buddy.
Interesting. I don’t mind the term “cock worship,” although maybe I just never thought about it literally; I really think of it more like “spoiling his cock,” going to a whole lot of effort to do a whole bunch of nice things to it. I guess that’s too weird, though: “baby, I want to spoil your cock.”
@Holly Pervocracy “Spoiling his cock” is kind of adorable, actually.