For a vagina-related thread this falls short of its potential.

NoodleSoup said:

So do your orgasms.

Krystal666 said:

Dang, really?

Krystal666 said:

What's so intereing in my case is that career wise, I didn't end up a stripper. However,on the org thanks to P, I ended up being the Org Dickologist.

Hotlegs said:

Well you can always be a full time org dickologist and a part time exotic dancer!

beret1022 said:

Oh yeah, I was interested in sex since I was a little girl and I think Prince was one of the first men I found sexually exciting...partly because he is gorgous but I think alot had to do with how sexual of a person he was. I had never seen a man that sexual before.

Krystal666 said:

Well, at the Org, I'm the Dickologist. By profession in the day, I am an educator. Now, for the man that I am involved in a relationship, I am his private dancer catch my drift.

Krystal666 said:

Musically, I think P turned alot of us females out. After him, we were never the same.

MsLegs said:

Somehow I think you had a little craziness in U long before U discovered Prince.

AsianBomb777 said:

Wrong sweetie, I can't help it if you have vagina envy. Having a real vagina is a good thing and its been good to me. A real pussy is something you wished have but don't so get over it.

"Pussy Control"
[Edited 6/21/05 14:33pm]

I think Prince sings about food more.

Gay4Play said:

BULLSHIT!

Before Prince reinvented himself as the PR man for moral values and squeaky clean lyrics, thinly veiled of course with a sort of saccharin sexual pastiche interwoven into the slightly comical but non-the-less sincere, if subdued, language of carnal love, he was a pioneer of overtly sexual lyrical content.

But unlike rap acts or some metal acts, Prince’s form of sexual exploration and titalation was genuine. When he said that he wanted to “f@ck the taste right out of your mouth”, you damned well knew he meant it—his intentions were never about shock value or to be provocative, so much as an addition of a young man who simply couldn’t control his exceedingly potent mangina.

Vaginas! More than any other reaccoring theme in Prince’s career, (such as dihydrogen monoxide, bad Contracts, sweet food, god, or dogs and cats in heat), Prince had a love affair with vaginas. It is like the glue that ties most of his material together from his early years wrapped up in a proverbial bearded clam bake of the spiritual and the vaginal.
You can burn up his clothes, smash up his ride (well, maybe not his ride), but don’t take vaginas from this man. These sacred anotomical manefestations were both ornamental and profoundly artistic in his eyes.

Even at his very gayest (and Prince can be EXTREMELY gay) vaginas always seem to step in and turn him into a butched up version of Jermaine Stewart, were instead of abstaining from sex, taking your clothes off was the only way to get into his purple palace to watch him slip into a lacy leotard--nothing screams vagina more than that. Prince was like El Debarge but with a heavy dose of sexual energy—a Liberace with a substantial larger penis—and elvis without the drug addiction. Prince was real.

Even in the 90’s his battles with record companies and rocky relationship with Mayte Garcia, never deterred him from his first true love—the female nappy dugout. Vaginal empowerment could be experienced in such songs as Pussy Control and The Most Beautiful Girl in the World, where he said, in not so many words, “that you’re vagina doesn’t have to be beautiful, so long as the inside (probably meaning your g-spot or your ovaries—with Prince you never know) were in tact.

Whether we agreed with him or not, and whether we are fans of vaginas or not, there is no denying that Prince opened the door for increased dialogue regardless of sexual orientation and propensity, to discussing our feelings and desires more honestly than ever before. Gone are the days of hinting and silly flirtation—the age of vaginal empowerment has been ushered in, even if it’s vaginal messiah has moved on.



[Edited 6/19/05 11:12am]

Complete and utter shit.

AsianBomb777 said:

Wrong sweetie, I can't help it if you have vagina envy. Having a real vagina is a good thing and its been good to me. A real pussy is something you wished have but don't so get over it.

"Pussy Control"
[Edited 6/21/05 14:33pm]

Just how many songs referencing food does he sing?


Tangerine
Raspberry Berret
Wedding Feast
Pour some Sugar on Me


I can't think of many others.

MsLegs said:

Just how many songs referencing food does he sing?


Tangerine
Raspberry Berret
Wedding Feast
Pour some Sugar on Me


I can't think of many others.

Wrong sweetie, I can't help it if you have vagina envy. Having a real vagina is a good thing and its been good to me. A real pussy is something you wished have but don't so get over it.

"Pussy Control"

Before Prince reinvented himself as the PR man for moral values and squeaky clean lyrics, thinly veiled of course with a sort of saccharin sexual pastiche interwoven into the slightly comical but non-the-less sincere, if subdued, language of carnal love, he was a pioneer of overtly sexual lyrical content.

But unlike rap acts or some metal acts, Prince’s form of sexual exploration and titalation was genuine. When he said that he wanted to “f@ck the taste right out of your mouth”, you damned well knew he meant it—his intentions were never about shock value or to be provocative, so much as an addition of a young man who simply couldn’t control his exceedingly potent mangina.

Vaginas! More than any other reaccoring theme in Prince’s career, (such as dihydrogen monoxide, bad Contracts, sweet food, god, or dogs and cats in heat), Prince had a love affair with vaginas. It is like the glue that ties most of his material together from his early years wrapped up in a proverbial bearded clam bake of the spiritual and the vaginal.
You can burn up his clothes, smash up his ride (well, maybe not his ride), but don’t take vaginas from this man. These sacred anotomical manefestations were both ornamental and profoundly artistic in his eyes.

Even at his very gayest (and Prince can be EXTREMELY gay) vaginas always seem to step in and turn him into a butched up version of Jermaine Stewart, were instead of abstaining from sex, taking your clothes off was the only way to get into his purple palace to watch him slip into a lacy leotard--nothing screams vagina more than that. Prince was like El Debarge but with a heavy dose of sexual energy—a Liberace with a substantial larger penis—and elvis without the drug addiction. Prince was real.

Even in the 90’s his battles with record companies and rocky relationship with Mayte Garcia, never deterred him from his first true love—the female nappy dugout. Vaginal empowerment could be experienced in such songs as Pussy Control and The Most Beautiful Girl in the World, where he said, in not so many words, “that you’re vagina doesn’t have to be beautiful, so long as the inside (probably meaning your g-spot or your ovaries—with Prince you never know) were in tact.

Whether we agreed with him or not, and whether we are fans of vaginas or not, there is no denying that Prince opened the door for increased dialogue regardless of sexual orientation and propensity, to discussing our feelings and desires more honestly than ever before. Gone are the days of hinting and silly flirtation—the age of vaginal empowerment has been ushered in, even if it’s vaginal messiah has moved on.



[Edited 6/19/05 11:12am]

I wanna know why men can talk about the Prince girls vaginas and when we women talk about Prince's package we are consided pathetic or Prince has a sexy package...we women wanna talk about it!