“Let the Girls Play: Why Female Pleasure Ain’t a Sin, It’s Survival”
By Roxy Delacroix – Digital Media USA
Let me tell you something straight from the coconut tree to the concrete jungle: if you’ve got a clitoris and you’re not using it, baby, you’re leaving blessings on the table.
We West Indian women? We’re raised to be proper. Modest. Legs crossed, lips sealed. We hear “shame” before we ever hear “pleasure.” And if you grow up Caribbean and Catholic? Lord have mercy, you’d think your hand would catch fire if it slipped under your own damn waistband.
But here’s the truth — and I’m gonna serve it hotter than jerk chicken in July: female masturbation is good for you. Not just “okay,” not just “normal” — I’m talking soul-refreshing, tension-releasing, migraine-healing, sleep-improving, stress-melting self-care magic.
And guess what? It don’t require a man, a toy, or permission from your auntie with the Bible quotes on WhatsApp. It just takes you, some privacy, and the radical belief that your body is not a battleground — it’s a goddamn temple. One you can praise yourself in.
Here’s what happens when a woman touches herself — and I mean really touches herself:
- Your blood pressure drops.
- Your mood lifts.
- Your pain fades.
- Your confidence rises.
- Your skin glows like you’ve been to Carnival.
And yes — you get to know what you like. So the next time some fool wants to treat your body like a puzzle with no picture, you can say, “Nah, boo — slide to the left, you’re missing the mark.”
Letting the girls play isn’t dirty. It’s divine. It’s ancient. It’s as natural as the ocean breeze in Tobago and just as healing. Stop letting shame colonize your body. You’ve got every right to touch, explore, and love on yourself.
Because when you own your pleasure, you own your power. And baby — there’s nothing more Caribbean than that.
