On Being an Advocate of Sexual Freedom…
You have the right to have sex. Or not.
I’m constantly trying to figure out why I do what I do—what is the purpose of my writing besides working out my inner turmoil or recording past events I find stimulating? I’ve discovered that it all comes down to the issue of sexual freedom, which I’m an advocate of.
What does “sexual freedom” mean?
What do I mean by “sexual freedom”? I’m talking about the right to have sex whenever and however you want. Well, as long as that sex is consensual.
But by sexual freedom, I also mean the right not to have sex.
Many people think that I’m a sexual anarchist. I write about sex, I’ve worked in the sex industry, ergo I must not have any sexual boundaries. I must want to be sexual with EVERYONE, ALL THE TIME.
That is not the case.
As an advocate of sexual freedom, I believe I’ve had the right to explore my sexuality. But this also means that I don’t have to have sex with anyone just because…
Just because I am a sexually open-minded woman doesn’t mean I have to engage in sexual activities if I don’t want to. Yup—even if some think I’m beholden to just because I’ve exercised a level of sexual freedom in my life.
You won’t find yourself on my bad side quicker than if you expect I’ll be sexual with you just because I’ve had a lot of sex—or because I’ve done sex work.
My opinions about casual sex run in the same vein. Sexual freedom means that a woman can have sex however she wants, with whomever she wants. There are no rules.
If she wants to fuck half the world for whatever reason she can. And if after a while, she decides she’s no longer into it, then she can stop having casual sex. Seriously—it’s up to her.
That’s sexual freedom. No right or wrong. No rules. Just whatever you want (as long as the sex is consensual).
What do you think? Do you agree? Or disagree? I’d love to know.
The First Time I Had Sex in Front of a Room Full of People
That said, here’s an article you might have missed: The First Time I Had Sex in Front of a Room Full of People. In this piece, I write about one of my most memorable sexual experiences ever.
As Emily penetrated me with her dildo, I moaned audibly. She pumped inside of me, and I made eye contact with the various people in the room. One woman reached out to stroke my arm. A man offered his thumb for me to suck on. I was literally communing with this group of people as Emily pushed me toward climax…
Much love, Mysterious Witt. ♥️