I'm pretty sure my mom would cry if she saw I was even listening to a song called "First Orgasm," let alone how often I listen to it, but despite my "bland" upbringing, I REALLY appreciate this song. I think it paints a spot-on picture of the inability of casual sex (or sex for the sake of only pleasure, at least) to help get over a breakup - maybe even to show how harmful cheap, meaningless sex can be in any context.
At the beginning of the song, we find Amanda just having woken up for the first morning after she broke up with her significant other. She hates that she didn't get to sleep in, particularly since it would have been in the other person's arms.
To get her mind off of the person, she decides to masturbate. She hardly even feels herself doing it, she doesn't enjoy it at all, and her orgasm comes so abruptly that it stings even more than it feels good - and she knows she won't even want to TRY to cum again.
Despite the fucking intensity (NOT intense pleasure) that her orgasm brings, she's not even paying attention when it happens, because she sees some kids outside her window playing and having good, clean fun, evoking from within her thoughts of long-lost (if she even EVER had it) childlike innocence, or perhaps her own seemingly futile desire to have some children of her own - perhaps with her previous lover - or maybe both of those things. In any case, instead of grinning and glowing from her orgasm, she just wants to cry and/or rage more due to the thoughts that the children brought up in her.
She tries once again to get her mind off of the person by resolving to not look for love anymore. She says her life is so busy that she doesn't need friends - let alone a lover, who would only throw a wrench in all of her own plans (because her lovers never wnat the same things as her, and thus leave her still wanting) - so she doesn't need love anymore, and she'll take care of herSELF ("taking matters into my own hands" is definitely a double entëndre, but the figurative meaning is much more important than the sexual one) from now on. She brags that she could probably last at least a whole week without anyone else's attention (actually believing at the time that a week is a significant amount of time).
Moments later, she realizes she's not even fooling herself and she bursts into tears as if it's happening all over again, begging for SOMEONE - perhaps even the listener, I often feel like she's begging me - to hold her. and I usually cry with her.
I'm pretty sure my mom would cry if she saw I was even listening to a song called "First Orgasm," let alone how often I listen to it, but despite my "bland" upbringing, I REALLY appreciate this song. I think it paints a spot-on picture of the inability of casual sex (or sex for the sake of only pleasure, at least) to help get over a breakup - maybe even to show how harmful cheap, meaningless sex can be in any context.
At the beginning of the song, we find Amanda just having woken up for the first morning after she broke up with her significant other. She hates that she didn't get to sleep in, particularly since it would have been in the other person's arms.
To get her mind off of the person, she decides to masturbate. She hardly even feels herself doing it, she doesn't enjoy it at all, and her orgasm comes so abruptly that it stings even more than it feels good - and she knows she won't even want to TRY to cum again.
Despite the fucking intensity (NOT intense pleasure) that her orgasm brings, she's not even paying attention when it happens, because she sees some kids outside her window playing and having good, clean fun, evoking from within her thoughts of long-lost (if she even EVER had it) childlike innocence, or perhaps her own seemingly futile desire to have some children of her own - perhaps with her previous lover - or maybe both of those things. In any case, instead of grinning and glowing from her orgasm, she just wants to cry and/or rage more due to the thoughts that the children brought up in her.
She tries once again to get her mind off of the person by resolving to not look for love anymore. She says her life is so busy that she doesn't need friends - let alone a lover, who would only throw a wrench in all of her own plans (because her lovers never wnat the same things as her, and thus leave her still wanting) - so she doesn't need love anymore, and she'll take care of herSELF ("taking matters into my own hands" is definitely a double entëndre, but the figurative meaning is much more important than the sexual one) from now on. She brags that she could probably last at least a whole week without anyone else's attention (actually believing at the time that a week is a significant amount of time).
Moments later, she realizes she's not even fooling herself and she bursts into tears as if it's happening all over again, begging for SOMEONE - perhaps even the listener, I often feel like she's begging me - to hold her. and I usually cry with her.