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.
I write…
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. ♥️
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I agree.
I usually say it as, "people do have the right to sex if they have a willing partner."
The unanswered question is why are some of us unable to find willing partners?
And of course there can be many reasons why not.
But to expand this issue of sexual freedom, I think we need to examine the question, do women have a responsibility to be whole sexual beings?
Ok, so I've been going a little or a lot crazy lately. I freak out, really, when I think someone is being passive-aggressive with me.
I see it as very difficult to know what is happening between men and women in general. Are women asking for what they want, or do they mostly rely on men to ask or demand what men want first?
I try to live as a whole person. As I do that I became increasingly aware that most women I know are not whole people but refuse some parts of themselves. It sucks the life out of me.
I hope young people are doing it better.
I appreciate your writings--I think you are making a substantial contribution to sexual healing for many people. I hope you are getting the support you need in your work. In the US at least, there are several networks for the education, support, and collaboration of sex workers and sex educators, and advocacy organizations such as the Woodhull Foundation. If you want more information on any of these, I am happy to provide more contacts privately.