Do you know the story of the Chinese farmer
whose horse runs away? It goes like this:
When the farmer’s neighbour came to console
him the farmer said, ‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’
When his horse returned the
next day with a herd of horses following her, the foolish neighbour came to
congratulate him on his good fortune.
‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’
said the farmer.
Then, when the farmer’s son
broke his leg trying to ride one of the new horses, the foolish neighbour came
to console him again.
‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’
said the farmer.
When the army passed through,
conscripting men for the war, they passed over the farmer’s son because of his
broken leg. When the foolish man came to congratulate the farmer that his son
would be spared, again the farmer said, ‘Who knows what’s good or bad?’”
And so on!
And that’s
pretty much like my “Good Pussy Bad Pussy” books. Who knows what’s good or bad?
In the books, the main character, Rachel, runs away from an unhappy marriage and discovers
and experiences great sexual release in ways that surprise, delight and shock
her – but which are not always socially acceptable. Hence the title of the books
– Good Pussy Bad Pussy.
So yes, I wanted to explore how it would
be… not to be bound by our social norms and the traditional programming of men
and women in terms of who we are and what we’re allowed to do sexually. Once I
started to consider the matter, I found out that it’s a veritable zoo. So the books ask many questions. Questions like – what is
Rachel, the heroine of the books, really experiencing? Is it love or abuse? Is
it liberation or bondage? Is she really free or not? And who is making these
choices for her? How much of all that happens to her in the books is based on
social programming and negative social norms about sex? These are some of the
questions the books pose through the dilemmas Rachel faces.
Another thing I wanted to explore in the books was orgasm. Because I
consider orgasm to be the ultimate surrender – the moment when we finally –
FINALLY – get a chance to lose our f*cking minds! And give up EVERYTHING! And
by that I mean, in the moment of orgasm, we surrender every thought,
every word, every concept we have and the mind literally goes blank. Absolutely
and totally blank. And when this happens, it allows us to fly high for at least
a moment or two because we’re no longer caught up in the mental constructions
that otherwise rule our lives and drive so many of us crazy. In the powerful
moment of orgasmic bliss, we stop worrying about or caring about our career or
the rent or our boss or our weight or even about our boyfriend (even if he’s
the one inside you) and we’re just gone – gone! In heaven! That’s why orgasm is such a powerful portal – because orgasm
opens the door to ecstasy and the flow state where we are fully present in this
NOW moment.
And why is this so earthshaking? So
blissful? So powerful? Because when we’re present in this amazing NOW moment –
thanks to having an orgasm – we catch a glimpse of our True Nature which is
this timeless, carefree, All-Present, All-Powerful Bliss Consciousness… which
is beyond language and beyond thought and beyond everything we can
conceptualize. So… it’s no wonder we’re all so hooked on sex – no wonder!
When we understand this, we can also
see why it doesn’t really matter what label you put on the way in which we
human beings reach this state. It doesn’t really matter if it’s through a
man-woman connection or man-man connection or a woman-woman connection or a
several-people connection – nor does it matter what the particulars of the
sexual act are, whether we do it upside down or backwards… The reality is – we’re
all seeking the same release and the same bliss. We’re all seeking the very
same moment of release and ecstasy where we get to experience this amazing NOW
moment of timeless Presence which is who we truly are.
So isn’t it also very strange that
we put so many labels on the various types of sexual relationships and
experiences – making some of them right and some of them wrong , making some of
them good and some of them bad, when they are all basically the same. All
basically part of the human quest for release and ecstasy…
So yes, I started this
exploration in “Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel’s Tale”. Then I added to this an
exploration of the conundrum that arises if we reach this blissful state of
surrender in and through situations (and/or with people) that we don’t
particularly like or find acceptable. Situations like this are also a part of
the drama of the book because I wanted to explore what happens when the body
experiences one thing while the mind is screaming something else? What happens
when the sexual experience feels good but the mind is screaming “No! You
shouldn’t be doing this!” because of our social programming or because of the
situation in which the blissful surrender arises?
So I hope you enjoy the
Good Pussy Bad Pussy ride/read! I know I did…
There are 2 books – "Good Pussy Bad Pussy – Rachel's Tale" and
"Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity".
Excerpt from “Good Pussy Bad Pussy –
Rachel’s Tale” by A. Aimee
Good pussy bad pussy. Despite the
traumatic events of New York
and the deepening realization that all my actions had consequences, I also knew
something else had awakened in me, something I’d never experienced before. A
force, a power, a drive,
an energy. Call it good pussy, call it bad pussy, call it whatever you will,
but a life force had been awakened in me and I couldn’t put it (her) back to
sleep again. Right or wrong. She was awake! She was alive! She wanted to live.
And she wanted more.
She, my pussy, was alive in me. I felt her moving in me, reaching out,
right or wrong, proper or not. She wanted to taste and touch, to be tasted and
touched. She wanted to feel the life force, the energy, moving in and through
her. She wanted like liquid desire itself. She wanted because she was, life
itself. She wanted because she was, the energy of life itself. And now that she
– the genie – was out of the bottle, there was no putting her back again. She
was untameable, wild; she wanted to be free, had to be free. Because she loved
life, because yes, she was life itself. She was the life force in all of us…
she was the creative power of the universe – and yes she was sex. Sex! Sex!
Sexual! She was pure and beautiful and couldn’t be kept down or locked up. And
now she was awake in me, awake! A ravishing beauty, a hungry cunt, a
wantingness for the essence of life. And what was that essence? It was the ecstasy of knowing my
own soul, my own being, which was somehow alive and felt like frolicking in
that stream of liquid desire that carries one on and on unto a state of
orgasmic bliss, which was somehow like coming home and finding a peace that was
beyond all comprehension… home, home, home. That’s what I wanted, that’s what
she wanted, that’s where she was taking me, taking me, taking me… and there was
nothing, nothing I could do about it. No stopping her. No turning back now.
She was me and I was her.
And we were flying.
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A. Aimee is a modern woman and the author of “Good Pussy Bad Pussy –
Rachel’sTale" and “Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity”. Both books are
published by John Hunt Publishing Ltd.
