A Lady's Downfall is Always Herself. Clementine Lips

      A LADY’S DOWNFALL IS ALWAYS HERSELF

      Clementine Lips

      Artcover: Fabio Le Fanu

      Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

      Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

      Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

      When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

      Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

      Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

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      I was having a discussion with my friends the other day on the topic of masturbation. Just to clear this up, you know the myth that girls don’t masturbate because guys don’t hear about it? Complete bullshit. Thank God we are normalizing it because we do masturbate; the difference is we don’t shout about it; we talk about it in our safe havens, i.e. with our friends. In fact, I’ve spent whole afternoons talking about it, but maybe that’s just me and my group of savvy ladies. There are such a vast number of topics to talk about: how you do it – lying face up or face down? Do you use your fingers or the pillow… or maybe a stuffed toy? Which is your favourite sex toy? How long do you last? Man, do we go on and on. We used to obsess over “getting it right” and liking “normal things”, although we weren’t quite sure what that meant. We only figured there’s no “right” way to do it when we reached our 20s. A great thanks to our negligible sex education.

      When we discovered we could do whatever we wanted in bed (at least when we were alone), we went crazy. I mean, we spent days talking in detail about our fantasies, teaching each other new tricks and recommending books and videos to expand our horizons. Picture it: the perfect start to any lesbian porn movie. A bunch of horny young ladies in a bedroom at night. The only light shining is from a lamp on the table and we are all sitting in a circle, with our lower lips exposed. Well, wide open, really. One of us showing the rest the newest thing she’d learnt. I remember Amber teaching us about the G spot and how to squirt. She opened her lips wide with one hand and with the other she put her fingers inside and pressed against her front wall. She tried to describe it as best she could because we couldn’t see a thing. Then each of us had a turn. None of us except Amber managed to cum with that glorious shower that night, but we all came anyway. And I can assure you we all practised alone until we got the hang of it. We still talk extensively about sex and masturbation, but those sexual hangouts were cancelled when Daisy got her first girlfriend; apparently, she didn’t approve.

      But, anyway, yesterday the question was more philosophical: what does masturbation mean to you? As usual, we couldn’t come to an agreement. Normally, it’s no problem because everyone does their own thing and has their own taste – we don’t judge. But on this particular question, I thought we should all agree and I couldn’t let it slip after I heard their answers. For Camilla, it was a way to get more pleasure during sex. She made it sound as if it were irrelevant, just an investment to get returns when you had “proper” sex later on. For Daisy, it was about distressing through an orgasm. It felt like she wasn’t present when she did it, like it was just a way to sleep. And I get these reasons, really, I do. I also masturbate for those reasons, but they are always in the background. Because for me masturbation is an ode to myself. Literally, a way to worship my body. Nevermind that thing about “masturbate to know yourself”. It sounds so clinical, so educational. Like it’s a school project. No, nevermind that. Masturbate as if you were throwing a fucking party for yourself. Bring your favourite cocktails and your best friends to it (figuratively or literally, whichever you prefer). Play some truth or dare with yourself. Explore, but not as though you would have to describe each inch of your body in the next day’s exam. Explore because you’re curious about what your body does for you, and not what it will do for others. They will tell you what it can do for them. Masturbation is a time to focus on you; your taste, your dos and don’ts and your pleasure. Masturbate because you want the most intense pleasure you can muster for yourself.

      But, I don’t know, maybe I’m just weird. I couldn’t wrap my mind around their answers. So, to try to get more clarity on the matter, I asked them: what makes you the horniest? They didn’t even take a second to think about it. Immediately they answered: my boyfriend – Camilla – and Ruby Rose – Daisy. I just stared at them like “what?”.

      - Who is it for you? - they asked me.

      - Myself.

      Their jaws dropped. They were dumbfounded. Again, maybe I’m weird, but it’s great, don’t you think? I always have and will have myself. So I’ll always have the option to masturbate without having to keep it all in a fantasy or having to deal with mixed feelings when I fought or broke up with someone. Although it’s not about that, honestly. It’s just that I love my body. I see myself naked and I think: you deserve to masturbate, right here, right now. And it’s not just deserving it either. Everyone deserves to pleasure themselves. It’s like I can’t help it. I see my body and I want to touch it as if it were a stranger’s body, another woman. I want to feel every inch of bare skin, travel around all the curves and fall down the pit of all her entries. I stare at myself in the mirror in detail, I take everything in. Every arc, every dip, the different shades of my skin, the fluff around my belly button and the stretch marks on my hips. I love it all.

      Here goes a #unpopularopinion. I like stretch marks. I know a lot of people think they’re ugly, but to me, they look like rivers on the skin. Think about it. The rush of the fresh water over your waist, the crash against your leg as you lift it to reach down and under, the swirls around your pussy and the violent, hasty stroke to your clit as the strong current passes by. Stretch marks are a sign of growth, of turning from a child to a woman. From the forbidden, the innocent, to the slow burn of female desire that flares up and engulfs you. They mark many other changes in our bodies; transformations that marked our growth, our losses and our wins. They are the story of a person on their skin. If that isn’t sexy, I don’t know what is. Stretch marks make my imagination go wild.