Allen's "Sacred Art of P-ssy Worship": Sexology or Subterfuge?

An Introduction to Ms. Juliet Allen for "Women's Supremacy" readers

by Joan E Thurman

Meet Juliet Allen, a sexologist from down under--Australia--making great strides in dignifying the irresistible allure of being sexually active for the educated gentlewomen who hasn't the time to deny her personal appetites or impose upon their potential mates the strict discipline I recommended to make them women's humble servants. My personal approach focuses on gaining complete control over a potential male partner.

But not every cosmopolitan female is interested in using men as God created them to be used, as providers of material security, emotional obedience, and sexual slavery that must be their natural role for a dynasty family to bloom. I freely admit that a pushover is not every woman's cup of tea. Still, I cannot help but note a variety of latent desire for dominance in of Ms. Allen's  philosophy . E.g., I excerpt here from her "Guide . . . P-ssy Worship." Can you feel her yearning for female power in her introduction? Heaven knows we deserve it:

Joan E: Hold Out for the Best Offer, Sister!

by Joan E Thurman

Sure, sex is great, but there are ways to get it that 
don't ruin your prospects for a wealthy husband.

2020. S-E-X too often results in besmirched status for college women (and graduates) if given too freely. Yet females as well as males struggle with libidinal stirrings. If you absolutely need to satisfy your physical urges, do it yourself. Before running the risk of a lifelong STD, pregnancy--or the paradox of being labeled a 'skank' or 'slut', by the same guy who was so charming the night before--think!!

Strong Women on Pink Harleys--Hooray for Female Grace!

by Joan E Thurman

Cristina Swinton and Her Pink 1967 Harley-Davidson 

Ris Puddic forto Svellan Gudrun

by Joan E Thurman

When some single working women of the 21st-century come home at the end of the day, they come to an empty space. She never was the type to take whatever she could get, so now she makes whatever she gets for herself.

Presently she takes comfort. A bowl of rice pudding ringed with cherries waits for her in the coolest place she knows. She does not gobble it down. Instead, she licks each dip of pudding from the spoon, first back and then front, languorously, until the metal shines.

Joan E knows a secret ingredient that you may want to add--to cure your loneliness. If you figure it out, use it carefully.