Jezebel

Reach for the top she said
And the sun is gonna shine
Every winter was a war she said
I want to get what's mine…

Jezebel
Won't try to deny where she came from
You can see it in her pride
And the raven in her eyes
Try show her a better way
She'll say you don't know what you've been missing
And by the time she blinks you know she won't be listening

And another one

If ever the Devil was born without a pair of horns
It was you, Jezebel, it was you
If ever an angel fell
Jezebel, it was you, Jezebel, it was you

I came across the character Jezebel yesterday through Sade and the character clicked at first sight. I searched about her on net, but somehow before searching, I knew what I was going to find. A princess. Not necessarily a pretty one but a princess by birth and by heart. An Israeli princess, Jezebel is condemned of acting against god in one version and for dressing in finery and putting on makeup before she goes to death in another one. In modern usage, not to my surprise, Wiki says and I quote, “In modern usage, the name of Jezebel is sometimes used as a synonym for sexually promiscuous and sometimes controlling women”.

Sexually promiscuous. There is something inherently scary about a woman being sexually promiscuous. For an animal form, who by nature is supposed to be giving and nurturing, there is something so unsettling, so shocking, so unappetizing when she wants to be at a receiving end. Not supposed to ask, Jezebel is supposed to seduce. Not to take lead, but to charm and direct, less the princess be cheated or worse judged.

But nature has its own wonderful way and its design mocks this very social concept of hating and curbing Jezebels. Men are supposed to be direct and simple creatures. They have been provided in this way. The concentric set of nerves around their happy organ is designed to respond to even the most basic and routine stimulations. 
For women – the complicated ones, they say, the gift is that each one is wired as differently as the design of a butterfly’s wings. You need to work your way around. There is no wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. The nature’s design provides for a prolonged effort, for foreplay, for theatrics, for the knowledge, for the chase, for patience and for the eventual gratification.

Technically they say woman can have multiple orgasms. Factually 80% never climax from intercourse.
Socially, you are not supposed to be reading this. Psychologically, am not supposed to be thinking this.

From a culture where volumes have been written about pleasure, where scientific works are written on seemingly most insignificant  topics like techniques of perfuming of body in order to be prepared for the sexual act we have come so very far at our own loss. Reference here

Stay an angel; do not become a Jezebel, less you want to be called painted and immoral.

Casanovas be crowned, Jezebels be damned.

Reach for the top she said
And the sun is gonna shine
Every winter was a war she said
I want to get what's mine…