i wonder what a female dildo would feel like?…
During my exhibit at the LGBT Center of Raleigh, entitled “THE DOUBLE GODDESS EFFECT”, I asked my dad which pieces were his favorite. Much to my shock…it was FEMALE DILDO. Its a charcoal and pencil drawing of a woman in the nude wearing a dildo. Upon closer inspection, he said ” ooooh snap! the dildo is a woman!” (I grinned) I asked him, “why do you like it so much, big daddy? (yes, i call him big daddy–more about that later) He beamed, “well the thinking involved that the artist had to have is mind-blowing! I mean, the fact that the woman is pleasuring a woman with another woman?!..I like this one for sure, definitely a favorite.”
We had transcended our usual roles; him the dad and I the daughter morphing into voyeur and artist. The feeling betrayed my usual coooool as a cucumber veneer; sooo I got a lil misty. Whatever. How satisfying that someone out there understands what it is you’re ‘saying’ without having to say it. (We’ve always been that way, my dad and I, speaking without words)
Conversely, I’m learning to find the opposite satisfying as well–hence this post. ‘Female Dildo’ is about a lot of things that swirl around my afro’ed head. Ergonomically, dildo’s don’t align well with the fragile lotus flower (vagina). Like the bikini and panty-hose/ stockings, a man must have invented the dildo (rumor has it an Egyptian man is to thank and blame)
While it makes sense to replicate the phallic shape of a real penis, it shoo don’t feel like it! A woman must be caressed, nudged and tickled into ecstasy; not poked, stabbed or rammed. (gentlemen and ladies for that matter, the jack rabbit move is NOT the move to make)
Who better to tell you than a woman, the intended recipient? I propose that ‘her’ shoulders would nudge the delicate lotus flower (vagina), her hair tickle its petals and her head the catalyst for the blessed ecstatic crescendo.
Another inspiration for ‘Female Dildo’ was my own personal tug of war between being a modern day feminist and a lady who still wants to bake cookies for her pretend future charter school granola-ish mommie group. The old adage ‘lady in the streets, freak in the sheets comes to mind.’ Using the term strong black woman is so lame to me; I will say however that like most of the human race, sometimes I’m soft and sometimes I’m strong. Sometimes I spit after smoking a cigar but always, always in the ladies room and inside a napkin. Aaaand sometimes, I like to put on a black leather strap-on and softly coax the lotus flower of another into climactic shock, with a ‘Female Dildo’.
Thankfully, this piece is already spoken for. The good news is that reproductions can me ordered via my fineartamerica portfolio here –> http://fineartamerica.com/featured/female-dildo-candace-pryor.html?newartwork=true
and as always,