viva glam.
By jameson • Sep 2nd, 2006 • Category: BlogI started wearing lipstick about six months ago. At first I only bought gentle shades that wouldn’t overpower my face or make it obvious in any way that I was actually wearing lipstick. Then I went to the MAC store in Berkeley and decided it was time for red.
Red lipstick makes me feel important and dramatic. Simple, crazy, and true. I have enough confidence in myself to know that my lipstick won’t be the only thing you notice about me, but it has definitely become something you can’t ignore. And it looks really pretty.
However.
The really pretty lipstick messed up my relationship routine. I used to be very affectionate at all times with my girlfriend (I’m quite in love right now, you know). And while I’m anti-pda in general, I am quite fond of the occasional neck peck or nosetip kiss. No more. MAC Viva Glam has killed my kisses, and annoyed my girlfriend. She doesn’t want little stains of my little lips all over her face. Totally not sexy. Trashy in a good way if you’re drinking and the lines are well defined and cleverly placed, but for the most part, lipstick smears on anyone are just no good.
So now I skip the lipstick on more days than I used to. Even if it totally matches my outfit, I will go bare.
I think women in general have been taught to put appearance before all else. Painful (but oh so cute) shoes, uncomfortable (but oh so trendy) dresses, and lipstick that looks oh so nice on your face but oh so inappropriate on your lover’s cheek while you’re in the grocery store. We’ve been taught to put relationships high on the list, but sex low, low, low.
And by sex, I mean lust. I mean fucking. I mean wanting and gettng and taking and giving. Women are not supposed to want this. Not supposed to prioritize happily dirty orgasms (as opposed to sweet and lovely “making love” orgasms). Thus, red lipsticks (and other makeup that smears, end-of-the-night creams and routines, anti-wrinkle foul smelling goo, and “don’t touch my hair! it took me hours!” declarations) fit right into what we’re supposed to do (because they necessitate prepared-for-and-planned-out sex), and what we’re supposed to want (only this kind of intercourse).
I say fuck it. Skip the makeup sometimes. Be sexy in your body as it is. Prioritize your desire over your decoration. Don’t let your lipstick prevent you from attacking your partner when they come home. Skip the beauty routine in the morning, skip it in the night. Knock out the details that get in the way of spontaneous blow jobs (because, didn’t you know, lipstick contains oils which break down condoms!).
Most of all, make your pleasure as important as your primping, if not more so. (And goin’ it alone? Lucky dog. You can masturbate with lipstick on. You win.)
Naked lips, go forward and conquer the world (or at least your partner’s private parts, gladly).
…jameson.
jameson is a very wholesome looking pervert who is a sex cheerleader by day, super sex cheerleader by night. she majored in women's studies but hates assumed gender differences, loves porn, and was never taught how to think her words are worthless, so obviously she likes to write (and talk and talk and talk, fast).
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You have to know how to use red lipstick, and how to smooch your partner without becoming a huge mess (in public). When you’re home, keep the lipstick on and get messy!!! I’ve been wearing red lipstick for years, and I think it’s absolutely sexy, and wonderful, and powerful. But that’s all for myself. I don’t do it for my partner. It doesn’t hurt that he loves it, but do it for yourself, and learn how to wear it. Luscious red lips rule!!!!