The Madonna/Whore Complex

A man with a Madonna-Whore complex is one who will sleep with and lust for a sexual and beautiful woman, but he will never respect her as "wife" material or marry her. In his eyes, she is tainted, impure, unworthy of the status of wife---yet he may possess passionate and contradictory feelings for her. He may even be in love with her but will never allow himself to be with her in any real sense. He will look for a "good girl" to marry---usually a woman who is cold sexually but, for example, is good at "wifely" domestic things: cooking, cleaning, homemaking in general, etc. A proper, pure "madonna" type woman who will bear his children. -Urban Dictionary.com

So, I know you guys are wondering: Which are you, Bloggal?

Well, this may come as a total shock (heheh) but based on this criteria, I'm definitely the "whore."

But lets, from now on, refer to this as something other than the Madonna/Whore Complex, so as not to offend any other "whores" who are sensitive to that word...Let's call it The Good Lover, Bad Mother Complex.

Brace yourselves for a little TMI. I'm not ashamed to divulge my "number" (and you shouldn't be either). I've been with four guys eversince I first became sexually active. But even before I lost my virginity, I was already very aware of my sexuality. So, when I had sex for the first time, it all came very naturally. Granted, it took me a little practice in the technique department, but I inherently knew what it would take to leave my partner satisfied. With every guy I've been with since then, I've gotten better and better at what I do.

While the guys were all appreciative of the special attention I gave them, there always seems to be a downside. The trend was usually that we dated for a while, I gave him amazing sex, and then he'd eventually dip to hook up with a more "wholesome" chick. A girl who seemed less "out there", less frank about her sexuality. A pure, virginal girl. One who made him wait a little longer. Or one whose resistance made her that much more desirable.

Now, I'm not saying that the reason most of my long/short-term relationships ended was just because the guys I was dating thought I was too much of a freak to take seriously. But there is a definite correlation there. It's a shame we live in such a close minded society where a woman who knows how to handle her business in the bedroom is thought to be impure, or unfit for mother/wifehood. That's some super prehistoric shit right there. Since when does a woman's sexuality dictate her parental and matronly abilities? I'm one of the most devotional and nurturing people you'll ever meet. But apparently that doesn't matter in a culture wracked with societal double standards.

I'm not gonna lie, I used to let it get to me. And sometimes, it still does. Sometimes I feel like, in order to be respected and taken seriously, I'd have to suppress my sexuality. Appear to be a prude who's all icky about sex, and then maybe they'd want to stick around. But then I realize that I like sex far too much for that shit. I know I have alot going from me. It should be known that, while I'm good in bed, I also make a really great girlfriend. I'm Loving. Loyal. Passionate. Supportive. But at the same time, I know how to keep things interesting. If a guy was smart, he'd stick with chick like me.

So, if being a good lover makes me a whore, I take it as a compliment.