Sexual Manifesto
I’d rather have my wrists tied together than my legs.
Anything that denies me my sexual freedom, denies me. As a thinking creature I have a right- not one guaranteed by a piece of paper, but one I’ll take without asking for permission- to decide how to live my life. I have a right to make my mistakes, to choose to live my life in the way that is best for me without waiting for someone to tell me which way I’m supposed to go. I have the capacity to enjoy every nuance of sex and flirting and the responsibility to enter the deepest, darkest parts of myself and face the impulses I’m afraid I can’t control. I have the responsibility to control them rather than deny them or blame another for tempting them. I have the joy of becoming that darkest self and seeing the look of raw, hungry bliss on the face of a willing “victim” when I take that responsibility seriously.
Sex is the rush of lifeblood in my veins, it’s a source of energy, it’s a primal drive. Hearts and minds and bodies all get involved and it gets really interesting. Sometimes the tension of sex held back is more intense and charged than any orgasm.
Why did you think I flirt so much?
