“According to R&B songbird Jill Scott, Dickmotized [dick-muh-tahyz-ed] (is that a word), means to get hypnotized by the d*ck, getting caught up in the loving of it all, the sexual, the flesh of it all and you get lost in it.
Scott admits to fall victim to and being dickmotized in the past by choice which lead her to celibacy and now she is on a journey to find true love.
Ok so I read this post on facebook today that Jill Scott was dickmotized. Dickmotized!! Now I have heard it all! Wow.
Like we need definitions or pronunciations…Even better was the actual pronunciation of the word – dick-muh-tahyz-ed. Like dickmotized could even be pronounced wrong.. altho I have to admit at first that I have the desire to say DICK-MO-tized….for the obvious reasons.
In her interview, in depth and very expressionable (leaving much leeway and imagination to that expression) Scott talks about her desire for sexual contact, and that it was overwhelming for her, eventually leading her to taking a new path – celibacy... leaving her waiting for the marriage vows before she goes down the path of the magic wand again. And I give her credit for having to remove the obstacles that may or may not appear bigger in the mirror of our disillusionment. She wants her soul mate, her true love. That one beating heart to make music together with the beatings of their hearts in unison. I am a romantic at heart, so please don’t think I am trying to put down her decision to wait until she gets married.
Of course… there are a few things that come to mind for me.
First, I had to think about the actual offense here. I for one, would pay for this kind of loving. Ladies… is she crazy? I’m lucky if I can get a guy to ask if I had an orgasm… and apparently, this chick couldn’t stop having them.
And who was this guy that rode her like a bucking bronco into submission … I mean, to the point where she is swearing off men? Marry HIM! I would have snatched him right up… in fact, my phone number is 714.555.6969
Hmmm, that reminds me of one of my favorite quotes. 'My favorite number is 72… 69 and a few friends over for dinner.'
But is celibacy 'til marriage really going to solve anything? Now don't get me wrong, I am all for celibacy and waiting to have sex until you get married but what I don't understand is the thinking behind the addiction. Just like alcoholism or even control, abstinence is the Number 1 answer there. So even if she waits until marriage, won’t she still be exposing herself to the titillating twinkie… only now with full access to the creamy filling?
Personally, I don’t see a difference. As long as she is married, she can act a fool in life, completely distracted, lost in thought, fantasizing in the mirror over her latest hickey, unable to deal with the mighty tube steak addiction that she’s got her hands wrapped around… literally. Man just writing about this has me passing through eight different emotions, from lust to release…
Wait… I need a moment. Maybe a nap.
I guess I am just a down home country girl who says her dick addiction – get it… a-DICK-shun… has got her now passing up the purple pole until there is a more proper time for her to expose herself to her demons again. So the addiction not healed, only postponed. Interesting. It’s like saying, that you like driving fast, have a problem with driving fast, and plan on continuing to go fast but only as long as you have a license… ?? Jill, you are still an addict, still pumping iron, and still unable to deal with the heavy duty emotional chaos that comes as a result of those untamed melodies you are playing with the skin flute.
In my opinion… Just call a spade a spade. Nothing’s gonna change if you call it by a different name. Still, it sounds like a terrible disease you will have to seek help for. Professional help even… if you get my drift.
And in the meantime, just go ahead and send that man over to my house. I think maybe I have been hard on you with these words and need to find myself in your position, so I can better judge the situation… you know, see it from someone else’s…er, shoes.
