In my daily life, I am an out and proud feminist who marches in the SlutWalk and speaks out against inequality on a regular basis. As a student and academic, I study rape culture and rail against the systems of oppression that exist in every single country. I am an equal partner in my primary relationship in every way, and I push hard against any person or situation that seeks to place me in an inferior position because I am female.
But sometimes, just sometimes—I want to be treated like a dirty little slut. I want to wrestle and be tied up and have a cock pushed into my mouth and be made to worship it. I want to exist only as a pussy and a mouth (and, for my darling SoleFood, feet). I want to be forced in that moment to accept that I am a whore and that I exist only for pleasure.
I am okay with this.
I have been asked quite a few times how I reconcile these two aspects of my personality and my short answer is simply, “I don’t.” I don’t feel the need to. I have no problem distinguishing fantasy from reality—and I understand that darkness and fear and the forbidden are often hot.
The reality is that this lifestyle often flirts with, and pushes the definition of, the edge. Degradation, bestiality, incest, cannibalism, torture, and all manner of other dark desires work their way into our stories and scenes to varying degrees. We pretend to be animals, schoolgirls, plantation owners, brutal prison guards, bad little boys, sadistic mommies, and Nazi soldiers--it may not be pretty, it may not be comfortable, but it is what we do.
We are some politically incorrect motherfuckers.
My own dark fantasies—force, objectification, humiliation—have been with me almost as long as I have been aware of my sexuality (and that is a pretty damn long time). I could examine my desires and psychoanalyze them to the point where I either start to think I am sick, or they cease to be hot—neither outcome is ideal. I don’t think wanting to be objectified in pursuit of pleasure makes me any less of a strong, independent woman, and I see no need to try and spoil my own fun.
So, yes—I am a feminist, and a dirty little slut, and many, many other things—and I am at peace with my sexuality.
Monday, September 29, 2014
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Sunday, August 17, 2014
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Friday, August 8, 2014
The number of men and women I have had sex with is higher than the number of years that I have been alive (for the record, I am 43). In the last year or so I have had a lot of sex with my primary partner, sex with an occasional lover, foot sex with a play partner, orgasms in public dungeons with several different people, and a few nights ago I had some fingering fun with an acquaintance in the pool at a party.
I like sex.
Society tells me that because of this I am a slut.
I don’t care. I like sex.
Society doesn’t care that the sex is ethical, that safety precautions are taken, that I am a healthy, well-adjusted adult who is quite capable of making decisions about the people with whom I choose to have sex.
Whatever—I like sex.
Society thinks I should repress my sexuality and feel ashamed for wanting to fuck—to share sexual energy with different people—to enjoy life, and love, and fingers, and genitals, and tongues, and orgasms.
Fuck that. Yes, I like sex, and yes, I am a slut.
Deal with it.