Lizzo is always right, loving myself right
Sex on Tuesday
Even though those gifts were well intentioned, I was so desperate for praise that I felt like I needed some show of gratitude to reaffirm my self-worth as a partner.
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Thinking about kinks
Sex on Tuesday
Just because I enjoy being dominant doesn’t mean anyone who is a sub will automatically be perfect for me. Vice versa for subs, and switches, and any other sexual identities or positions.
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I’m not your boo
Sex on Tuesday
After I ghosted my ex, I learned that ghosting is sometimes necessary. But there is often a limbo in which the person you are talking to isn’t rude enough to warrant ghosting but still isn’t someone you want to keep in your life.
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Embracing uncertainty
Sex on Tuesday
But what I do know is that it’s OK to not know. It’s okay to identify as a lesbian and realize you’re bisexual. It’s normal to not know, to question yourself, to experiment.
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Looking like Mulan
Sex on Tuesday
I allowed myself to be violated, offended, objectified, dissected, because I didn’t think I held enough worth to deserve to live my life on my own terms.
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Trusting myself
Sex on Tuesday
I was giving away my power, my independence, my ability to dictate my sex life for myself. I allowed myself to be pushed and pulled like a rag doll.
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Facets and faces
Sex on Tuesday
I love sex. I love all its facets and faces, velvet touches and carnal ferocity and gushing wetness. And if I’m not fucking you or you’re not fucking me, then fuck your thoughts on who I am.
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Party for one
Sex on Tuesday
But sometimes I just want to make out with a cutie, get their number (or not), and go home to masturbate and sleep in the comfort of my own bed.
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Out, loud and vocal
Sex on Tuesday
I used to hate how women sounded in porn — breathy, overly enthusiastic, shrill, annoying. But I’ve realized that my actual issue with their eager exclamations was that they seemed forced and fake.
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God’s plan
Sex on Tuesday
I thought about how I was taught that our outcomes were predetermined by a higher power. I realized that God did not have a map of my life. Rather, God’s plan was to allow me to regain agency in my life.
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